Page 77 of Tangled in Vows

Who the fuck are those guys though?

More bullets come our way, and I try to see the shooter, but the window of the beat-up gray SUV is only a few inches open, showing nothing but the barrel of the gun.

As I think it, the gun disappears, and the window closes.

Are they giving up?

I don’t have time to be hopeful before their SUV makes a hard right and slams into Maverick and Beck’s SUV. Tires scream against the asphalt, and the sound of metal on metal erupts like thunder.

Since Maverick and Beck were blocking us from the front, this move opens the way for the assailants to slam into us next.

The side of their SUV is already covered in dents and scratches, yet they keep coming, slamming into us a second, then a third time.

Their gun comes out again, and they unload what I’m pretty sure is the entire magazine. Their proximity intensifies the noise, and full-body shivers rack my body.

Thunk, thunk, thunk.

“Oh my God,” Olivia whimpers.

Not only are the gunshots loud, but the impact of them on the exterior and the window echoes as though someone is pounding a heavy fist against it.

I’m not looking forward to seeing the damage. The repair and paint job will be a pain and not cheap.

But at least you’ll be alive. You both will be.

Gunshots from behind snap my gaze to the rearview mirror, and I sigh in relief. Maverick and Beck are gaining on us, with Beck halfway leaning out of his window.

Good job. Show them you can’t fuck with us.

After a few more shots, the rearview window of the battered SUV shatters, bursting with an eerie crack that sends shards flying across the pavement. The gunmen must finally realize they don’t stand a chance against our armored vehicles and speed away.

My fingers move across the steering wheel to connect me to Jax, who picks up his phone immediately.

“You all good?”

After a glance at Olivia, I say, “Yes, you too?”

“Yup. Want me to follow?”

“Please.”

“Got it, boss. Meet you back at the house.”

He hangs up and disappears down a side road after the gray SUV. I let out a pent-up breath without taking my foot off the gas pedal. I dial Maverick next and reach out to touch Olivia’s arm. “You okay there, Hurricane?”

A nod is all I get from her before the call connects.

“Boss?”

“We’re heading back to the house as planned. Keep your eyes out.”

“Got it.”

Olivia pushes my hand off her arm, and a trickle of disappointment runs down my spine at the blatant dismissal. Until she intertwines our fingers and enfolds them with her other hand. Her grip is so tight my bones protest, but I couldn’t care less. If this gives her the comfort she needs, she can break every single one.

“What do you need, Hurricane?”

Her breath comes out in a huff. “Right now?”

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