Page 110 of Twisted Revelations

With a vehicle to the passenger’s side and a thick jersey barrier to the driver’s side, we had no place to go. If Luke was half as crazy a driver as Beverly had previously told me about, he was not staying boxed in.

“Hold on!” Luke shouted right before he rammed the back end of the vehicle in front of us. The tail end of the vehicle lifted, flashing us a peek of its underbelly as the tires screamed when they reconnected with the road.

The vehicle on our passenger side attempted to force us into the barrier, but Luke slammed on the brakes and caused them to swerve into nothing when they tried to move again. The move also sent the vehicle behind us into our bumper. The pounding impact pushed and snatched our bodies. If we lived, we’d feel the force of the lick in our sore muscles tomorrow.

As soon as Luke created an opening, gunning the SUV, the truck behind had other plans. It recovered with a wild swerve and straightened in time to tap our passenger side bumper. At our speed, the driver had executed a well-timed PIT maneuver that sent us into a deadly spin.

The swirling vehicle sent my shoulder crashing into the window. Dax and Bev were smart enough to grip the bar in the ceiling to keep them secure. By the time our internal organs caught up with our whipped-about bodies, we were turned in the opposite direction before we crashed into a guardrail on the opposite side of the road.

Luke and I were trapped and unable to open our doors due to the car being pinned by the guardrail. The vehicles that had stopped at our rear filled our view, people ducking in their seats gawking, some with their phones visible, recording the scene. Engine exhaust, burnt tire rubber, and dust mingled before the scent swept up my nose.

Before Luke could speed us to freedom, our vehicle was bumped in the front and back, pinning us in place. The third vehicle sat at our exposed side, its men already dismounted with guns aimed at us.

They’d managed to cage us, trapping us in the worst situation we’d been in yet. When I glanced up, two more vehicles had approached. The men dismounted, their combat boots beating loud against the ground. Five vehicles in total had us surrounded with guns aimed at us from every direction.

The crew boxing us in blocked the intersection. Motorist were alert enough to stop their vehicles a safe distance away from the sight of guns. The way the men were dressed, it appeared the authorities were apprehending suspects—us. Motorists on the other side of the barrier sped past, some unaware, as others slowed and gawked.

This scene was reminiscent of one of those police takedowns on America’s Most Wanted. DG6 didn’t intend to take any chances on not catching us this time. They’d deployed a small army. I knew when I was beaten and didn’t bother lifting my weapon, especially when Luke and Dax came to the same conclusion.

When the men in all-black tactical gear stepped closer to our vehicle, resembling armed mercenaries, my heart sank. I’d survived being kidnapped and cuffed, dangling from the side of a building, turning bisexual, and now, I was about to face DG6’s goon squad.

If we didn’t come up with a plan and soon, we were all going to die. I gripped the handle of my pistol and started to lift it, but Dax’s strong hand rested on my forearm as his lethal stare remained on the approaching men.

My gaze met Beverly’s, her expression helpless.

The dark figures gestured for us to roll down our windows. With their weapons aimed at each passenger window, the windshield, and rear glass, we complied.

We tossed our weapons at their command and waited for instructions. These people had to know we weren’t going to give up any information if that was what they were after. We’d been tagging each other back and forth in this battle for months. Weren’t they tired of all the chasing and dodging and their men dying? If they weren’t going to put a bullet in our heads now, what in the hell did they want?

Out of the front windshield, I noticed the only man without a gun growing closer as he made his approach. When two of the men standing guard stepped apart and allowed him a path forward, I knew he was the man in charge. He was also someone I’d met. Someone I’d engaged with. He was someone I’d aimed and shot at before.

“No fucking way,” I mumbled under my breath.

The man in charge was my height, which was kid-size for a man. Even at a quick glance, I recognized his little-man syndrome. He compensated for his size by abusing whatever power he had.

He stood in front of the hood, his head barely breaking the surface as he gazed at us. His gaze breezed past Beverly before it found me in the back seat.

“Laura?” Dax called, his questioning gaze pinned on me. They knew Megan had been keeping secrets, but Beverly and I had a few of our own.

“Laura?” Dax called again when the small man stood glaring at me. The knowing hate he held dripped like acid from his contorted face and stiff posture. I tore my gaze from the man and started talking since Luke and Dax’s gazes were burning a hole through me.

“Megan always called us, at least every week. The last time she’d talked to us was after Aaron came here, pretending to be a detective searching for her. After three weeks of her not calling and not answering her phone, Bev and I went to the last place we knew she was,” I stated, not meeting anyone’s unwavering gaze.

Luke glared at Beverly, who was chewing a hole in her bottom lip before he turned in the seat and joined his pointed glare with Dax’s at me.

“We got as far as Copper County, Florida before the trail got cold. Those damn rednecks weren’t going to tell us shit, but we weren’t giving up until we found out what had happened to Megan. One question too many landed us face to face with a group of gun-carrying Mexicans. They attempted to bully us for information when they heard who we were searching for. One wrong move led to a gun being drawn and the next thing I knew, Bev was driving like the serpents of hell was chasing us, and I was shooting. The little weasel standing there glaring at me was leading the group, possibly this same group of men surrounding us right now. I’m pretty sure I shot one of them, so he likely has a score to settle.”

I kept my gaze aimed at the back of Luke’s headrest. After the revelation I’d just released, I feared Luke and Dax more than the shrimp who had started his approach toward Dax’s window.

My eyes did a double roll in my head at the sight of the arrogant smile on his face when his eyes scanned Beverly and me. He took an authoritative stance, folding his arms across his chest as his men opened the passenger side doors, pulling Beverly and Dax out first.

“Nice to see you again, ladies,” he greeted, his accent thick. If we survived this, Luke and Dax would kill us. Not only did we have an idea of who’d been chasing us, we may have started the chase by snooping around in the wrong neck of the woods. In mine and Beverly’s defense, how could we have known the bunch of crazy Mexicans we’d started shit with in Florida was from Texas, let alone be members of DG6?

Once Luke and I were yanked out, we were shoved against the side of the vehicle. Our legs were kicked forcefully apart when they searched for hidden weapons. A double set of zip ties gripped our wrist. There were two men on each of us like we were mass murderers. The little man in charge kept glaring at Beverly and me, telling us with his smirk and deadly gaze what he planned to do to us.

The searching men snatched Dax and Luke’s back-up weapons. It was surprising how calm we all were, knowing we were being led to our deaths.

It wasn’t until Luke’s knees buckled and Beverly’s face filled with horror that I understood they’d drugged him. The man stood over him, needle at the ready to hit him with another dose if necessary. Luke’s chest continued to rise and fall, so they hadn’t killed him. The men struggled to drag Luke’s bulky body into one of the waiting and running vehicles.

Dax didn’t glance down at the needle aimed at his arm. Instead, his deadly gaze was on the one who’d injected him. Through all my racing thoughts, one stuck out above all the rest. It was something I’d heard Ansel tell Aaron concerning DG6 when we were in California.

“Either they die, or we die.”

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