Page 11 of His Reluctant Savior

Sid grinned like an asshole. How was he so flippant about all this? “Hmm, good point. Well, you seem to be doing fine with thismurderer.”

“I’m not an idiot. I know when I need help. But when this is over, you and I are going to havewords.”

Sid just nodded, focused on the road while avoiding cars, and cutting corners as fast as possible without tipping us over or alerting the police. We wouldn’t be able to shake our tail until we drove outside of the city.

“No shooting. We don’t want to draw the police into this!” Sid yelled over the engine, screeching tires, and my wailing son, reading my mind. He seemed so calm through all this that I hadn’t noticed his white knuckles gripping the steering wheel. “I’ll get you to Clara Barton Parkway. That’s the best I can do.”

I nodded, filled with so many questions, but all I could do was hang on as we took a sharp left, then immediately a sharp right.

“Why aren’t they shooting at us anymore?” I asked.

“The same reason we’re not. They want you dead and don’t want to get caught.”

“Bluntly put…”

“We’re five minutes out,” Sid warned.

I pulled myGlockfrom my holster again, making sure the bullet was still chambered, and I opened the sunroof.

“Keep the car steady,” I said.

“I’ll do my best.”

“Daddy,” Owen cried out in fear.

I looked back at him and gave him a reassuring smile. “It’s going to be okay, Little Man. Be a brave boy for me, okay?”

He nodded with wet eyes and a trembling mouth. I sucked back the pain of terrifying my son to focus on getting us out of this alive. I’d worry about his mental state afterward.

God, he would need therapy after this… if we even lived through it.

As soon as we reached the lush greenbelt of Clara Barton Parkway, I unbuckled my seatbelt and climbed up to the roof, bracing myself as much as possible. There were still too many damn cars on the road, but at least it wasn’t rush hour.

The two speeding cars had kept up with Sid’s maneuvers despite how good he was, which meant they were also well-trained. I had no other choice but to take them out. But the last thing I wanted to do was kill anyone. It also put innocent drivers at risk, but I couldn’t think of any other way to get out of this.

“Let them get closer!” I yelled down to Sid. “I need to take out their tires.”

“Fucking kill them!”

“Just do it!” I insisted.

Sid slowed down just enough to allow me to take aim, which wasn’t easy as he weaved in and out of traffic. Fuck, if I took out the cars, I ran the risk of them hitting other vehicles, too. But I didn’t have a choice. My son was my priority.

I fired off a couple of rounds at the front tires of one of the vehicles, but I missed. While I was a good shot, it wasn’t easy to get a good aim while speeding down the road, dodging traffic.

When one of the assholes rolled down his window to aim at me, I fired off several consecutive shots, finally hitting a tire. They swerved and tried to regain control, but they couldn’t keep driving on three tires. They ended up pulling over safely, not hitting other vehicles in the process.

Sid suddenly swerved, and my heart tried to leap out of my throat. I clung to the roof to keep from falling out, nearly dropping my gun. He instantly grabbed a handful of my jeans to keep me inside as I aimed again.

“Take them out, Dalton!” Sid yelled over the wind and traffic.

“No fucking pressure,” I mumbled to myself as I took aim at their front tire, but before I could shoot, the passenger hung outthe window and shot several rounds, all missing me except for the last one.

“Fuck!” I hissed.

The burn traveled through my entire torso after hitting my side. It was just a graze, but it still hurt like a motherfucker.

With a deep breath, pushing away the pain, I fired the rest of my magazine into the tire. Several bullets hit, nearly exploding the tire as it swerved, barely missing other cars before it ended up rolling into the ditch.

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