“Stop!” I cried. “Stop the fucking car!”
I reached forward, trying to grab the wheel. Raf threw his elbow back, hitting me square in the nose. I fell back, holding my face.
Damn it! I should have seen that coming.
“Millie!” Ama grabbed my arm.
I ignored her and grabbed my phone.
Em: Derek was shot! He’s on the street. Raf won’t stop
Cruz: I’m two blocks away. I’ll get him
Marco: Hurry! Don’t let an ambulance take him
Javi: Em, you have to stop the car. Do whatever is necessary
Shit. He was telling me to reveal myself if I had to. I couldn’t do that. Ama would see and blow the whole mission.
But he was right. I had to stop the car.
I reached forward again, not caring about getting blood all over the car. I wrapped my arm around Raf’s neck. He swerved, and I slammed into the door.
He jerked the wheel again, turning down an alley. Another car was waiting, with two men outside.
“Fuck!” I tried to hit the unlock button next to Raf, but he grabbed my wrist and snapped my hand back. Pain flooded through me.
The back doors opened.
“Ama!” I reached for her with my good arm, but she was already being pulled out.
“Millie! Run!” she yelled back, but arms were already wrapping around me.
I grabbed for my phone but was too late. The man lifted me and ran for the car. I fought with all I had, screaming and kicking and throwing my elbows back.
He tossed me into the backseat, next to Ama, and climbed into the driver’s seat. I reached for the handle, but once again, it didn’t open.
Ama was crying until her eyes met mine, and she mouthed, “Do you have a phone?”
I shook my head. She didn’t either.
We lurched back as the car took off.
“Your hand!” She reached toward me, but I tucked it against my stomach.
“He broke it.” It would heal eventually, but right now, it was useless to me.
“Let us go!” she yelled at the barrier between us. This car was set up as a limousine with a full wall. We couldn’t reach them, but at least they couldn’t get to us either.
“Ama, I need you to calm down,” I begged. “We need to pay attention to where we’re going.”
Her wide eyes shot to the windows. “We’re heading inland, toward the industrial area.”
Great, warehouses out here were everywhere. Hundreds of large, nearly identical buildings.
“Watch the streets closely.” She was more familiar with the area, and we’d need to get this information to someone as soon as we could.
She focused as I began to spiral.