Page 19 of Her Wicked Men
I ground my teeth together at that thought.
I was already thinking ahead, even though I knew I’d come across them soon enough. I’d do my all to stop them, but logically, I was just one man with no back-up. Hell, I only had one pistol with me.
I’d kill as many of them as I could though.
“We’ll get her back.” Kieran’s tone was absolute, like there was no other possibility.
I had to give him credit for that. If anyone could make that come true, it would be him.
Headlights up ahead had my lips setting into a grim line. Several cars were headed my way. It had to be them, no one else would be out on the roads this late in a convoy like that. Not at this location.
“Found them. See you soon,” I said, ending the call before Kieran could go off.
I had to do whatever I could to stop them.
This part of the road was raised high, veering off either side would send you plunging down the embankments, and I intended to use that to my advantage.
I slammed the brakes on, swinging the steering wheel so that the car slid sideways to a stop, blocking both lanes.
I shot out of the car, taking cover behind it as I drew in steadying breaths and rested my pistol on the roof, using it to stabilize my shots.
I had no grand plan to get Vee back, but if I could take out a few of the guys who thought this was a smart move, then so be it.
But where was she? In a trunk? In a backseat? Hell, would they have even stuck her in the passenger seat in some twisted belief I might shoot her?
No, they wouldn’t have known I was out here, how could they?
“Fuck,” I hissed.
I didn’t have time to think, and if I hoped to get her back, I had to act.
I had to slow them down.
I aimed at the tires of the front car, firing off two shots as it drew closer, the engine revving.
The car swerved in its efforts to avoid my shots, and I gritted my teeth, not wanting to run out of ammo.
It wasn’t slowing down either.
“Shit,” I cursed as it flew towards me, and I aimed higher, firing off a shot into the driver’s side of the windscreen.
As I expected, the bullet didn’t penetrate, confirming that it was, indeed, the Moretti. Only people in this line of business had bullet-proof glass.
I fired off another shot, but it was no use as the car came upon my spot in seconds.
“Veronica!” Her name tore from my lips as I dove to the side. The incoming car slammed into the back end of my car, fish-tailing it out of the way.
I needed her to know I was fighting for her, that we knew she was taken, and that we’d save her.
I needed her to have hope and to hold on.
I rolled down the embankment to avoid the shots fired in my direction as the cars flew past. As soon as they passed, I shot forth, scaling the embankment and launching into my car.
I slammed my foot down, my tires squealing as I took off after them, not caring about the damage to the back end of the vehicle.
Vee was more important than anything.
I shot up behind the last car, flicking on my high beams and branding the license plate into my mind. My dash cam would be of use right now.
