Page 41 of The Incubus and the Bodyguard

“Got them,” Cortes said coldly.

“Great,” Vlad muttered darkly. “Just what we need.”

He removed the weapon in the small of his back and checked it. Tarang let out a low growl beside him.

“This might be the fallout Yuliy and you were worried about,” Delphine told him curtly.

Vlad exchanged a troubled look with Cortes.

A rival gang out to kill theBlack Devils’ heir made sense right now.

Delphine dialed the guards following them and updated them on the situation.

“Drop back and stay on that van’s six,” she told the driver coolly. “We’re taking a detour.”

Vlad gasped when she floored the gas pedal, twisted the steering wheel, and cut across two lanes toward an exit.

CHAPTERFOURTEEN

Cortes gruntedas he slammed into the door, his hand rising to protect Popo. The sound of honking horns followed in the Range Rover’s wake.

So did the vehicles tailing them.

Delphine barreled down a service road running parallel to Newtown Creek. Her hands tightened fractionally on the steering wheel when she glanced at their pursuers in the side mirrors.

“They knew our route.”

She didn’t have to look at Cortes and Vlad to sense their scowls.

The implications of her words hung heavily in the air.

“You think someone leaked our location?” Vlad said.

“Either that or they’re following us via a satcom.”

She lifted her foot off the gas pedal as she crossed a couple of junctions, allowing the vehicles on their tail to close in on them. Tarang’s growl vibrated through the Range Rover, the tiger’s hackles rising as he sensed the approaching threat.

Delphine spotted what she was looking for, yanked the wheel hard to the right, and sent the Range Rover skidding into an alley that led in the direction of the docks. Engines roared behind them, their pursuers abandoning any pretense of subtlety as they gave chase.

A bullet pinged against the rear bumper.

Delphine hit the window control, pulled her gun out, and fired back, one hand holding the steering wheel firmly and her gaze focused on the road ahead.

The shot cracked the windshield of the black SUV. It slowed.

“That got their attention,” Cortes muttered.

Delphine raised the window back up and hit the dial button on her phone.

The driver of theBlack Devils’ SUV answered on the first ring.

“Get rid of the van,” she ordered. “Keep at least one man alive if you can.”

Gunfire erupted behind them as Vlad’s guards began shooting at the enemy.

Delphine accelerated and weaved the Range Rover between buildings and abandoned shipping containers.

Vlad glanced warily at their increasingly deserted surroundings. “Where are we headed?”

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