The woman was as lithe and nimble as a gymnast, somehow fitting between the console and the assassin’s outstretched arm.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I gritted out. “Get away from him.”
“Someone needs to stop the car from moving. Now, I’m going to put my foot on the brake. Do you think you can steer while I do?” Her tone was filled with agitation.
“Sure,honey.Whatever you say. I think turning up the heat on your curse would be an excellent decision right about now.”
“My curse?”
I’d be damned if she didn’t snap her head in my direction, narrowing her wide eyes until they were busy scrutinizing me.“Yeah, the gris-gris you had in the kitchen. It had a spicy scent, so I knew it was being used for evil intentions. Something else I adore about you. Be a good little witch and add some additional spice so we can get out of this alright. Can you do that for me?”
As soon as she started to say something, she snapped her mouth shut. But damn if she wasn’t hissing through pursed lips. What the hell did I say that was so wrong?
The fucking bastard decided to turn the wheel sharply then take his hand off the steering wheel. He even had the nerve to laugh.
And of course, we were heading straight for a building.
Fuck me. This was one hell of a bad idea.
“Better hurry, honey.”
My words didn’t inspire gratitude. As soon as she managed to drive her leg under the dashboard on the driver’s side, she turned to look at me, her entire face full of venom.
“Just do your job, sugar britches,” she hissed.
“That’s my girl.”
With the fight still on for control of the gas pedal, I wrapped my arm around his neck, slapping my hand on the steering wheel.
When the asshole tried to move, his struggle only further enraged the beast that had already breached the surface. I squeezed his neck, cutting off his air supply.
The next few seconds were straight out of some ridiculous action flick with Emmeline playing footsie with the assassin until she was frustrated enough to stomp on his foot while driving her butt down on the handle of the blade.
His howl was followed by one that she let off while jamming her foot onto the brake.
I did my best to concentrate on avoiding hitting the building if she couldn’t stop the car.
The fight continued, the asshole still struggling with me even though he was coughing and wheezing. The car swerved back and forth.
“We’re getting too close! Stop the car.” My yell was strangled, my statement ridiculous.
“I’m doing the best I can do. Okay?”
We crashed through a fence and I knew I had to do something or this would end badly.
Using every last ounce of strength, I yanked him up, forgetting all about his hand being secured to the seat.
“You’re going to need to take full control!” I hissed, hoping to hell she heard me.
The bastard screamed as his hand was ripped free of the knife.
At this point, I couldn’t care less. Thankfully, the guy wasn’t that big, but it took me two tries to wrangle his body up and over the headrest into the backseat.
With a primal roar, I pummeled my fist into the asshole’s face just as the car began to slow.
The man was a fighter, trying desperately to regain control.
Over my dead body.
