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“It’s just…that car keeps following us. I noticed a while back,” she informs me.
I look through the mirror and catch a glimpse of an ordinary-looking black car with tinted windows. She’s right. I remember seeing it a while back as well. My mind runs through the possibilities of who could be following us.
“Madison, grab my gun,” I tell her.
As she moves to grab it from the back seat, things go horribly wrong. Madison screams when our car runs off the road. The other car’s bumper hits mine aggressively, leaving me no choice but to stop and confront them, which turns out to be a big mistake.
I step out of the car, then hurriedly step back in when I spot the silver glint of a gun being pointed at us. I reach for my bag in the backseat and grab my gun.
“Madison, get down,” I tell her, my voice deathly calm.
She doesn’t protest, immediately doing as I ask and crouching in the passenger seat. The first shot rings out from the car behind us. I open my car door, and after spotting my target, I fire a few shots of my own, dodging when he fires back.
It goes on for a few more minutes until I realize I should have been paying attention to Madison. I hear the door open and her strangled scream. By the time I turn around, she’s being carried towards the other car. She’s kicking and struggling. I rush towards her, but it’s no use. The other man fires more shots, and I have to retreat.
Madison’s forced into the car. And then they speed off. I don’t think twice before starting our car and going after them. My leg slams down on the accelerator as I speed behind them. I try and fail to cut them off. They drive towards a deserted area of the city and finally stop in front of an abandoned warehouse.
It’s barely surprising to find none other than Alexis Vierra and his wife standing in front of a car, waiting for us.
“Put her in the car,” he barks to his two goons.
They carry a still struggling Madison. They’ve placed a gag on her mouth. They force her into their car before walking to stand in front of the Vierras with their guns raised. I step out of the car and walk towards them.
“What do you want?” I ask, my muscles tight. My fist is clenched around my gun.
“At first, I was angry because you knocked me unconscious in the hotel room. But then my sources informed me that the American government had gained some important information that could ruin me. I immediately thought of you and your suspicious girlfriend. I dug further and found out that you’re a special agent for the Americans. I don’t know what you did and how you exposed me, but you’re not leaving here alive.”
“We’ll take your girlfriend along with us. We hear she’s very important. Perhaps her father will be interested in negotiating for her life,” his wife states.
I scowl.
“That’s not fucking happening.”
“You don’t have a choice, my friend,” Vierra snarls. “Kill him,” he orders before stepping inside the car with his wife in tow.
Before his goons can aim, I’ve shot them both in the chest. Two well-aimed bullets and they fall to the ground dead. The Vierra’s faces widen. I advance on the car, but they speed away. I run back to my car and begin chasing them.
I dial Sam’s number.
“Madison’s been abducted by the Vierra’s.”
“You’re joking, right?”
“I really wish I fucking was. She’s in the back of their car, and I’m chasing it down right now.”
“What do you need?”
“Backup. There’s going to be one hell of a mess to clean up when I'm done.”
With that, I hang up and focus on getting to the black car in front of me. I manage to get right behind the car, and before I can think better of it, I run straight into the back.
It veers off the road and skids to a stop. I run out of my car and rush towards theirs with my heart in my throat.
Please, please, let her be okay.
The Vierra’s are both unconscious in the front seat. Then I check on Madison and see that she’s conscious. I wrench the door open and pull her out. There are tears in her eyes.
“It’s okay, it’s okay, baby. You’re safe now,” I assure her.
