That fucker Kenny better not be riding my damn ass…
The windshield was tinted enough that I couldn’t see the driver, which was a bit of a red flag. Though, I wouldn’t put it past someone like Kenny to murder out his douchey SUV because he thought it made him seem cool or something.
“Yeah. As much as I was down to help you kill all those pedos, I never liked you working for that dude. What does Cass call him?”
“The twat waffle.”
“Yeah! That twat waffle.”
The light turned green, and I rolled through the intersection, keeping an eye on the Escalade as I drove.
“Anyway… you think you’re gonna marry him?” Naomi asked.
“Huh?” I replied, somewhat distracted by the asshole that was now straight-up tailgating me.
“Ryan? You think you’re gonna marry him?”
I glanced at Naomi as we approached another intersection. The on-ramp to the highway was to the right, but I wanted to test my theory that the Escalade was following us, so I pulled into the left-hand turn lane.
This road led us away from Silent Hollow and into the boonies. It was less likely that many cars would turn this way after a trip to IKEA.
Sure enough, the car followed me.
My hand instinctively dropped to my hip, reaching for a gun that wasn’t there.
Fuck!
I knew I shouldn’t have let Ryan talk me out of leaving it at home.
“Cal?”
“Gnomes… I need you to text Vox our location,” I said, handing her my phone.
“What, why?”
“Just do it, Naomi. And hold the fuck on. I think we’re being followed, and I’m going to try to lose this prick.”
“Holy shit!” she cried, her face going white. “Okay, I’m on it.” She took my phone, and I hit the gas.
The G-Wagon was a beast. It lurched forward, and in seconds, we were shooting down the country road at Mach 5.
The Escalade immediately matched my pace, and any hopes that I had about being an overly paranoid psycho flew out the window.
That car was following us. This was a chase, and it was fucking on.
“Get down!” I shouted at Naomi. “Get as low as you fucking can!”
The Escalade was trying to pull up beside us, and panic rolled through me at the thought of whoever it was potentially having a gun. If they shot through the passenger side and Naomi got hit, I didn’t know what the fuck I would do. Fucking Christ, I wanted my gun.
Why the fuck had I left my shit at home!?
We were coming up to a four-way stop, and my heart skipped a beat when I clocked two more black Escalades waiting for us.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!
They were stationed on either side of the intersection, and as I approached, they rolled forward to block the road.
Naomi was slumped low in the seat, but I instinctively threw my arm across her chest as I gunned it, hoping to make it through the intersection before the SUVs could block us.
