Page 55 of Blindsided
“Plan? The plan was a quiet drive to meet up with the others. Maybe lunch afterwards!” I rolled down my window, wind blasting my face as I aimed. “Now we’re in a god-damn action movie!”
The black Suburban with tinted windows roared up beside us. The passenger window slid down, revealing a man with a thick accent and a grim determination on his face.
“Who are these assholes?” I squinted through thespray from a mudpuddle coming off the tread of their tire.
“They don’t look Russian,” Kat yelled.
Before I could reply, the Suburban rammed our side, metal screaming against metal. I nearly dropped the Glock as the car fishtailed.
“Shoot their tires!” Wren shouted, white-knuckled on the wheel.
“I’m trying! It’s not easy!” I fired, missing spectacularly and pinging their side mirror. “See?”
A second shot zinged past my ear, the roar of displaced air rattling my skull.
“Oh, hell no,” I muttered. Ahead was a narrow bridge barely wide enough for one vehicle. “Wren! When I say now, slam the brakes.”
She nodded, knuckles whitening.
The Suburban edged ahead, trying to cut us off.
“NOW!”
Wren stomped the brakes. Our tires screeched as the Suburban shot forward. Leaning out the window, I squeezed three rounds into its rear tire. Rubber exploded in a deafening crack.
Their vehicle spun out of control, fishtailing into the bridge railing. It flipped onto its nose, stood upright for a moment, then crashed upside down into the shallow creek below.
Wren pulled to the shoulder. All three of us satpanting, staring at the wreck.
“Holy shit,” I whispered. “That actually worked.”
Kat leaned forward between the seats, her face flushed with adrenaline. “That was some driving, Wren.”
“Thanks, I honestly didn’t think I could drive on the opposite side of the road. Everything is backwards.”
I looked at Wren—my wife, the only woman I ever wanted—her face transformed from terror to something feral, primal. Her pupils dilated black, swallowing the green of her irises. “Rain check on lunch?” I managed, throat dry.
She didn't answer. Just lunged across the console, fingers digging into my hair, and crushed her mouth against mine. Her teeth caught my bottom lip, drawing blood I could taste as she devoured me like a woman starved.
I break away, gasping, my lip throbbing where her teeth broke skin. I run my fingers through her hair, pulling her in for another kiss.
“Seriously?!” We hear from the backseat as Kat shoves open her door. “You have five minutes.”
The the car door slams behind her as I devour Wren.
Kori
“Any more activity reported near the castle?” Kane asks.
Rory shakes his head. “Nothing since that last call. But that doesn’t mean they’re not there.”
“They?” I ask.
“Russians,” Rory clarifies. “Or whoever else might be interested in what Tomas hid.”
“Great,” I mutter. “Just what every vacation needs—a potential standoff with international criminals.”
Kane turns to look at me again, his expression concerned. “You can still back out. We could drop you in the next town, get you a room for the night.”
