Javi: We have a tracker on that car
Em: Any chatter about us?
Marco: Nothing
That made me feel better, but it didn’t explain what was going on. This wasn’t a plan Alessio’s men had discussed, at least not by anyone we were tracking.
“Stop the car,” I demanded. We were getting out and getting into mine.
“I can’t,” he whispered.
Fuck that. I pulled on the handle, but it was locked. I flipped the lock but still couldn’t open the door. Child locks?
“Raf, stop the car now!” Ama ordered.
Em: The child locks are on. He won’t let us out. I told him to stop
I glanced behind me. Derek looked at the dash, where his phone was, then up at me and nodded once.
Marco: Pit maneuver?
Derek: Too many other cars
Javi: And pedestrians
Cruz: Shoot the driver
Marco: Too risky
Javi: At the next red light, get out and go to the car
That didn’t sound like the best idea, but I couldn’t think of alternatives without me using my claws or fangs.
Em: I’ll try to distract him. Come from the driver’s side
Ama had her phone out. She was texting. Raf’s phone rang, but he ignored it.
It took two more blocks for us to hit a red light. Derek jumped out.
“Raf, is there something going on we need to know about?” I leaned forward, hoping he’d turn to look at me.
“No.” His eyes went to his phone.
“Did something happen? Where are you taking us?”
Derek pounded on the window. “Open up!”
“Fuck.” Raf jerked and pulled a gun from his hip holster.
“No!” I screamed as he raised it.
He rolled down the window and shot as he slammed down the accelerator.
Derek fired back, but it hit the passenger seat.
Raf shot back blindly twice as he sped away, going through the red light.
Ama screamed, and I spun to see Derek on the ground. Unmoving.