“Just listen to whatever she says,” Sebastian said.They moved left down the hallway.Finally! Theyreally didnot want to piss off the person who was holdingthe Underboss’life in her hands.
Finally, we reached the door to the garage. Predictably, when I had Sebastian open the door, anothergroupof guns pointed my way.
Sebastian beat me to the punch.“Back up.”
We stepped over the marbleonto the polished concrete, and I began assessing my options. I needed a fast car. One that couldoutrace thecars coming after me. Something near the front thatwouldn’t be blocked in by anything.
My eyes landed on a black Bugatti.
When we got close to the front of the garage, I pointed my free hand at the sleek black race car, wondering if Sebastianevenhad his driver’s license. So manypeoplein the citynever learnedhow to drive.
“Someone put the keys in the car,” Isaid.
One of the armed men shifted his gaze to another armed man.
“We don’t have the keys,”the shifty eyed man said.
“Bullshit. Put them innow,and Iwant you toshow me where the tracker is,”I said.
“Just do it,” Sebastian said with a resigned sigh.
Finally, the key was in the car, and I had smashed the tracker. I prodded Sebastian into the passenger seat, and he dropped the duffel bag of cash at his feet. He leaned against the black leather passenger seat and raised an eyebrow at me.
“Keep going,” I said, noddingat the centercockpit divider between the two seats.
A flash of amusement crossed his face for a moment.But he squeezed his long legs over the black leather console and ducked his head underneath the curved headliner. Once he was in the driver’s seat, I followed behind him into the passenger seat. I didn’t like the idea of not being in control of the car, but it’d be difficult to drive andinsurehe didn’t regain control of the situation. When he wastappinghisfingersagainst the thick steering wheel, I swung the door closed behind me.
“Turn the car on,” Isaid, keeping the gun less than a foot from his face.
First, he pulled the race harness over him, and I mirrored him. I didn’t trust him not to crash the car on purpose. Thenhe pressed the engine button. The race car roared to life, and Iclickedthe safety back on my gun. The last thing I wanted was to accidentally pop my leverage.Sebastianreached towards the 7 speed dual-clutch.
“Drive it in automatic,” I ordered. Irefusedto have his hand close enough to grab my gun. I’d previously thrown caution to the wind with him. That ended now.Sebastianshook his head, but took his hand off the clutch.
“What’s your plan?”he asked, continuing to tap his fingers against the steering wheel.
“Drive,” I growled. My plan hadn’t evolved beyond that yet, but he didn’t need to know it. He reached for a button on the side of the dash. I tensed, but the garage door just opened.
Ten men stood on the driveway. Since we were out in public their guns weren’t out, but each had a hand in their suit jacket, waiting for an opportunity to rain down bullets. I pressed a button to my right, and the passenger window rolled down.
“Stay ten feet back,” I ordered. They actually listened to me without a reiteration from Sebastian. Once the men had flanked the sides of the driveway, Sebastian slowly eased the carforward.Avintage Ferrari and a black steel, military grade Hummer followed behind us. I knew there’d soon be more.When we reached the end of the driveway, Sebastian flicked a switch on his left.
“Did you just turn on your blinker?” I asked.
“Safety first.”He smirked while he turnedleftontotheonelanestreet.
This fucking asshole.
Chapter 18
The Ferrari and Hummer turned in behind us, and I saw more cars lining up in the driveway. The overly tinted windows of the pursuingcars obscured my view of the occupants, but I knew that themen insidehad their machine guns trained on me. They were just waiting for an opening.
I didn’t plan on giving them one.
The light ahead of us turned green, and Sebastian eased into the intersection.
“Where are we going?”he asked, glancing into the rearview window.
I didn’t say anything, watching the cars inch up behind us. Where could I go? My father? I didn’t wantto go backto him, but I preferred that to certain death. The problem wasit’d start a gang warif I showed up to the Regan family headquarterswith Sebastian asahostage. My father would immediatelyhand me over to Luca in order to maintain the fragile peace. We stopped at another red light, and watched awomanin head to toe Louis Vuittoncarryingher mini Poodle across the street.
