Page 132 of Crazed

I yank him to the side, and once he's in the passenger seat, command, "Put your seat belt on and get down." I glance at Pina and Katiya, who still have their faces between their knees.

Tristano hits the accelerator and maneuvers through more traffic. I text my flight crew to get the plane ready for immediate takeoff then turn so I can see how close the Abruzzos are, but I don't recognize any of the vehicles.

"Did you lose them?" I ask.

Tristano glances in the rearview mirror. "Shit, they're back within view."

Adrenaline builds in my cells. I spin again and cock my Glock and point it, preparing to shoot the back window out if needed. I admit, "I don't see them!"

"Behind the red truck," Tristano replies.

Horns blare. I look again as the black sedan moves into the other lane. It barely gets in front of the truck, coming close to a head-on crash.

Tristano makes a sharp turn, and the wheels squeal. The driver screams then begins praying. Katiya and Pina slide to the other side of the car since there aren't any seat belts in the back.

Pina's shoulder slams hard against the window. She cries out, "Ouch!"

"You okay?" Tristano questions.

"Yeah," she claims, wincing.

"Dolce? You all right?" I worry.

"Fine," she replies, locking scared eyes with me.

"Keep your head down," I order, pushing their heads back to their knees.

"Shit!" Tristano shouts.

I turn around. The car passes several other vehicles and is only four away from us. I add, "They're getting closer!"

Tristano veers into a narrow alley. He barely misses the car scraping against the brick wall. We get to the end, and he turns right as the black sedan enters the alley.

"They're on us," I warn.

Tristano increases our speed. He weaves his way through several alleys. After the third, I assert, "I don't see them."

The smell of urine fills the car. Tristano mutters, "Fuck. Dude, the women didn't even piss their pants." He cracks his window then shoots down the main road, accelerating to over a hundred miles per hour, then getting on the expressway. After several miles of not seeing them anywhere, I state, "I think you lost them."

The driver continues praying, and the smell of his urine intensifies. Pina looks up and wrinkles her nose. I roll my window down halfway and tell Katiya, "You can look up, dolce."

She slowly sits up. Her expression is full of fear. She questions, "How did they know we're here?"

"I don't know. I'll find out later," I vow.

"Pina, you okay?" Tristano asks.

She puts on a brave face. "Yeah. All good."

Tristano doesn't slow down. He continues speeding past the other cars.

My phone vibrates. I glance at the text:

Chanel:Ready in ten minutes.

Me:On our way.

I demand, "Tell us where to go to get to the airport."

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