Page 13 of Operation Wolf: Eli
I was forced to allow this man to escort me to the car as he held a gun to my back with one hand and gripped my arm with the other. It was all for appearances, he told me as he approached the black Mustang waiting at the curb. But it certainly didn’t make me feel better, especially when he shoved me into the back seat and restrained my hands with zip ties before slamming the door shut behind me.
“Is all this really necessary?” I hissed, struggling to get myself into an upright position as the man slid into the driver’s seat.
He responded by reaching behind and pressing me back down. “Stay down,” he ordered. “This has got to be convincing.”
He peeled away from the curb, throwing me onto the seat, and I tried desperately to wedge myself against the upholstery by pressing my foot on the back of the driver’s seat. It helped some but not much as he continued to race through the streets like a maniac, whipping the car around corners at speeds that didn’t seem possible.
“Slow down!” I shrieked.
“No way!” He laughed as he rocketed down an alleyway. “I never get to drive the ’Stang, so I’m taking advantage while I still can!”
I squeezed my eyes shut.Oh God! I’m being rescued by a maniac. The cops are going to be on him any minute for speeding. What will he do when they find me in the back seat? Although, on second thought, that might actually be good for me.
Suddenly, the car came to a halt in the middle of an alley. I finally managed to lever myself up to see that both ends were blocked off by trucks, and a silver Cadillac had pulled up alongside us.
“What the hell?”
“Time to make a switch.” He jumped out of the car with a grin. Then he pulled open the back door, cut the zip ties on my hands, and hauled me out. “Let’s go,” he said as he handed off the keys to a man who’d jumped out of one of the semitrucks. He flung open the rear door of the Cadillac and pushed me inside. Then he stuck his head in and yelled, “Good luck!” before slamming the door and running off to jump into the cab of one of the waiting semis.
“Jesus Christ.” Finally, I was able to get my bearings and strap myself into the seat belt this time as the car zoomed off.
The semitruck that had blocked the entrance after we came into the alley was now gone, and we zipped out onto the street.
“I know it’s easier said than done, but try to stay calm.” Sky-blue eyes stared at me from the rearview mirror, eyes I knew as well as I knew my own, accompanied by a voice I never thought I’d hear again. “It’s good to see you, Olivia.”
“Oh my fucking God,” I shrieked, bracing myself against the seat. “Eli?”
