Page 184 of Remy

The Irish duo flee the bar, the older men, the bartender, and a few random crusaders chasing after them while shouting obscenities.

“Step on it, Ollie.”

She squeaks and guns the engine, shooting backward. “Which way am I going?”

“It doesn’t matter. Just get out of town as fast as you can.”

“Oh, God.” Her hands scramble as she turns the steering wheel and pulls out onto the road in the direction of our rental property. Then she shifts to drive and plasters her foot to the floor.

I hold tight to my gun, watching my side mirror as Ollie speeds down the block, racking up a list of traffic violations while she chews her bottom lip.

“Who are they?” she asks.

“Hitmen looking to bag a whale.”

“What?” She shoots me a frantic look. “Are you the whale?”

“Unfortunately.”

I check my cell and tap on the unread text.

Valenti

Apparently congratulations are in order. You’ve earned a bigger target on your back.

Me

So it seems. A little help would be appreciated.

Ollie releases a tortured breath. “Are you texting while I’m fleeing from hitmen?”

“No. Just checking Insta notifications. It isn’t often that I don’t have to drive.”

Wild eyes meet mine.

“I’m joking, Ollie. Relax. You’re doing great.”

“Tell that to my erratic pulse. I think I’m going to throw up.” She indicates to illegally overtake a Honda CR-V across double yellow lines. “Shouldn’t I take back roads in an attempt to hide?”

“We don’t want to hide.”

Those fear-filled eyes meet mine again. “We don’t?”

“Not yet.”

“I seriously don’t know if I can do this, Remy. You should be driving.”

I turn in my seat, glancing through the back window as the black sedan pulls into traffic. “I wouldn’t want anyone else behind the wheel.”

“Yeah?” she scoffs. “Not even those two men who are always following you around?”

“Russo and Valenti?” The Irish trail in our direction. “Don’t get me wrong. They’re the best at having my back, but neither one of them can pull off a bikini like you can.”

“Oh, God.” Her hands twist against the steering wheel. “Please don’t talk like that while I’m trying to concentrate.”

“No problem.” The aim is to distract her. Keep her calm. “Just continue following instructions like a good little girl and?—”

“Don’t say that either,” she shrieks.

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