“Tristan!What’s happening?”
The car behind him did the same.
“It’s an ambush.”And he wasn’t in an armored vehicle.
The SUV driver’s door flew open.Tristan turned the wheel hard just as a man popped out, skidding over the wet asphalt to avoid slamming head-on into the SUV.
“Stay in the vehicle,” Cassie said in an urgent voice.“I’m calling backup.”
There was no room on the shoulders to get past either vehicle.“Gonna have to ram the car,” he answered, throwing the truck into reverse.He floored it, swung the front end around.
The car driver was out of the vehicle.
Just as Tristan pulled down on the gearshift, a bullet slammed through the passenger window.A sharp, searing pain in the back of his left arm made him hiss in a breath.It fell limply to his lap.
“Tris!”
He glanced at the glove compartment.Knew he didn’t have enough time to get his earpiece.
He ducked as more bullets hit the side windows.Glass sprayed, slicing his face.
He grabbed the wheel with his right hand, blood trickling down his face and his left arm useless in his lap.Staying put was a death sentence.He had to try and make a run for it.
Clamping his jaw against the pain, he gripped the wheel tight and hit the gas.The truck shot forward, aiming for the back end of the car blocking the road.
A shot rang out, popping a rear tire.The truck swerved even as bullets struck the windshield, missing his head by inches.
He immediately took his foot off the gas and tried to control the skid.But the right front panel struck the back of the car.
The truck veered toward the forest bordering the road.He slammed on the brake, managed to slow a bit, but the impact with a tree trunk jerked him forward.
The seatbelt snapped hard across his chest, the airbag slamming into his face.He let out a roar as his wounded arm was flung forward.
“Tristan, answer me!”Cassie’s desperate voice came through the speakers.
He sat up, scrambled to undo the seatbelt, his gaze locked on the rearview mirror.Two men were rushing toward him, weapons up.
Staying put was a death sentence.His only chance was to get out and try and hold them off long enough for backup to arrive.
He grabbed his pistol.“Cass, I love you,” he rasped out, then flung open his door to face the fight of his life.
