“Shit!” John said. “Go! Go!”
The limo was already peeling out as John jumped on the back of it.
“Get inside!” Ace called through his now open window.
“I’m gonna jump!” John said.
It wasn’t a full explanation, but Ace must have gathered the gist of what John was planning to do, because he kept the limo pointed straight at the fleeing sedan and didn’t try to talk him out of it.
Not that their current situation was very conducive to a conversation.
The long car bounced and jutted over the potholes it encountered, making John sway a bit as he continued his climb to the center of the roof. The two back doors were open and starting to swing as the behemoth vehicle picked up speed. John heard a fluttering sound and realized it was the papers Trixie had removed from her safe.
“Shit!”
If they blew out, the whole plan was for naught.
So, John reached for the door to his right, took hold of the top, and slammed it shut, removing his fingers just before they got smashed.
Then he went to his left.
He’d almost reached the door when another hole in the neglected parking lot’s concrete made the door fly all the way open as the car bounced.
A groan escaped his lips as he lay flat on his stomach, reached out as far as he could, and grasped at the door’s top. Finally, he felt the steel on his fingertips and pulled hard before releasing.
The slamming sound announced a successful mission, and John turned his efforts to scrambling further up the car.
“You good?” Ace yelled.
“Don’t worry about me. Faster!” John encouraged.
His babygirl was in danger. The only thing that mattered was getting her away from those assholes and to safety. If he got a few broken bones—or worse—then so be it.
He’d do what he had to do to keep her safe. Always. No questions asked.
Now that he didn’t have to worry about those doors, he was able to balance himself better. Wind combed through his dark hair as the vehicle zoomed ahead.
They’d be out of the parking lot soon and onto the busy roads of Vegas.
Damn. That would be tricky.
Hopefully some cops were nearby and stopped them. Of course, they would just go after the limo. They wouldn’t know about the car with the kidnapped woman in it.
So, the police might end up complicating things more than helping.
John would just have to worry about that if and when the situation arose.
Right now, he just needed to try and hang on as they left the parking lot behind them. Because straight head, the car turned onto the street and zig-zagged between two trucks to gain some ground.
Shit!
“Hang on!” Ace yelled.
As if John wasn’t already.
It proved to be good advice, though, because Ace had to bank the wheel sharp to his left as he came out on the street. The back of the car fishtailed. John was able to stay in position, but just barely.
Right now, they were about two normal car-lengths behind the bad guys.
