Page 58 of Dare You to Catch Me
Thanks Pops!
I dodge another car, not getting a shot, but I am over the finish line. Ace and Bear have managed to get into their cars and as I speed past, Ace and Bear peel out behind me and we race down the road.
I hit that call button as fast as I possibly can, engulfed with rage. It rings. This fucking assshole better answer his fucking phone.
“Nice driving, Baby Girl.”
“What the fuck, Ace!”
“Sorry, I was a little busy. I couldn’t answer the phone.” He chuckles into the phone and I can’t help but laugh, but then I get serious because we are still being followed. “Are we taking them for a joy ride or do we have a plan here, honey.”
“Mhm… I kind of like that.” He jokes. “Ace!” I laugh with his name.
“You know where to take them.”
“Oh, okay! Let’s have some fun.”
“Baby Girl.”
“Yeah.”
“I love you.” I smile. “I love you too.” I wait a moment before I hit the end button, not wanting to leave the sound of him on the other line. But I eventually do. And I listen to my music to break the silence as I race down the highway, taking them to the SouthWarehouse.
ACE
There are no words to describe what I just witnessed my wife do. Her fucking driving is like no one I have seen. She is fucking crazy. Even with the bullets flying over my head, trying to get into my car, I saw her challenge that driver, and she didn’t back down. She knew exactly what to do, and when to fucking do it. She’s a better driver than me. And now I follow behind her zipping down the highway taking these fuckers to their ending.
In my fucking glory; racing cars, shootouts, violence, killing, this is what I was made to fucking do, what my father turned me into and made me enjoy. It makes me sick in a way, but I still find the crazy enjoyment of it. Bear lives for this shit, and that’s why I brought his crazy ass here and will have him stay for as long as he will.
I hiss when I adjust myself in my seat causing me to look down, I touch my stomach and pull my hand away.Fuck, I’ve been shot.
Blood covers my hand and I take that same hand and reach behind me, to check if the bullet has gone through, which it has, good.
I pull my jacket from my arms and toss it into the passenger seat,then pull my t-shirt off.
I hit the call button on my dash screen and call Bear; I don’t want Emma to know this.
“Getting bored brother.” He asks when he answers. “I’ve been shot, Bear.”
“Where?”
“In the stomach, it went through, but she’s juicing.” I joke.
“Not funny, bro.”
The pain starts rising, now knowing I’ve been shot and my adrenaline slowing. “Bear you stay with her, do not leave her.”
“Shut the fuck up and drive motherfucker.”
I wrap my t-shirt around my waist, driving with my knee, I tighten my t-shirt down tight, ripping a pained roar from my throat. “FUCK!”
“Breathe, Brother.”
Painful tears sting my eyes as I grit my teeth, catching my bearings. I grip my steering wheel, my knuckles turning white with the firm hold.
“Did it stop?” Bear asks. I forgot he was on the fucking phone, so I check my work. “It’s slowed, I’m good for now. I’m serious though, Bear.”
“Yeah yeah, don’t leave Baby Girl by herself.” And he hangs up. I chuckle to myself, wincing with the discomfort, my adrenaline still up, but nothing like it was and that whole through my body is burning.
