Take him and threaten Dominic?
A small sound of panic bubbled up in my throat, and Braxton shot me a weird look as I drove out of the neighborhood.
The black car took a few seconds to appear behind me, but when it did, they gunned it, catching up to us. It wouldn’t be long before they caught up, and then what?
What the fuck could I do?
My entire body shook from fear, and I looked over at Braxton to find he wasn’t doing much better than me.
The boy was just that.
A boy.
No matter how arrogant he acted in school, he was only a kid, and I needed to protect this kid, no matter what.
But could I?
I looked up ahead at the red light, and when I found no cars coming down on the opposite side of the street, I made an illegal U-turn.
I drove past the black car on the other side, a concrete block separating us, and got a good look at the driver for the first time.
He had gray hair, tan skin, a five o’clock shadow that surrounded the scowl of his lips, and dark eyes that glinted in the sunlight.
Our eyes met, and it took everything in me not to throw up right then and there. The anger in his eyes would have been enough to bring me to my knees.
Even with his body partially hidden by the car, I had no doubt he was a big man.
He said something to me that I didn’t quite catch, and I didn’t care to.
I sped up and looked behind to find ongoing cars passing through and stopping the black car from following us right away.
Beside me, Braxton laughed.
I shook my head. “Don’t celebrate too early. They haven’t given up just yet.”
Sure enough, the black car was able to make the U-turn and was heading right for us.
I moved in and out between lanes, trying to put as many cars between us as possible.
Somewhere to my left, a car honked at us, and Braxton gripped his seat belt, looking behind him with a fearful expression on his face.
What do we do?
What do I do?
No matter who Braxton’s father might be, I was sure he wasn’t used to dealing with things like this.
“Do you have your phone?” I asked.
He looked down at his lap. “No. It’s strapped to my bike. I didn’t think to grab it. I’m sorry.”
I took a deep breath. “Hey, it’s okay. Do you remember your dad’s number?”
The bottom of his lip jutted out, and I thought I caught a hint of shimmer in them just as he shook his head.
I shot him a small smile I didn’t exactly feel and looked at the gas gauge.
We were about to run into another problem.
