Page 97 of Easy Steal
“We’re going to lose him if we don’t.”
With that, her tyres squealed as she turned hard through the corner, taking out a stray bike on her way.
“Fucking follow them, someone,” Toni growled.
“On it,” I said, and threw my car in a circle to turn and stay on their tail.
A few bikes stayed with their boss, right behind him.
Rome pressed forward.
Then I heard gunshots.
One of the bikies pulled next to the driver’s side door of Rome’s car, firing towards her. My jaw stiffened, and I pressed the accelerator and launched forward. The front of my car nudged his back tyre, and the bike wobbled. It took his attention off of Rome and Liv, and onto me.
I nudged his tyre again, and he lost control of the bike, crashing into a railing at the side of the road. I shook my head. Motorbikes were fun and all, but they were a terrible choice for vehicular warfare.
There was no protection, and they were so easy to take down. Being one of the biggest gangs in Australia, I thought they might have known better. But we had the upper hand, because they hadn’t expected us. We caught them all off guard and it was obvious by their reactions. I could see that they were flustered. They were firing at random, swerving all over the road, and trying their best to get in front.
Bikes were fast - but so were we.
We followed King through the side streets, until he pulled back onto the main road, joining the rest of his people.
There were a lot less bikes, and a lot more bullet holes in the sides of our cars.
I tried to count them in my head as we drove, but there was so much movement, so much happening at once that if I tried to stay focused on one of them, I got dizzy.
“Everybody pull back, now!” it was Livie’s voice through the two-way now, and they all did as they were told. I held my breath, and I’m sure I wasn’t the only one.
We waited, and waited.
Then, King’s car pulled sharply to the side of the road.
I could see that he was fighting against it, and watched him try and correct the movements as Livie made them from her computer. Then the brake lights came on, and his car came to a stop. The tyres squealed beneath him as Livie activated the brakes and he tried desperately to accelerate.
He was stuck.
“What do we do, Tone?” I asked through the speaker.
“Let him go, Liv,” he said after a while.
“What?” she said.
“There’s too many others.”
With that, King launched forward again.
There was a big bend in the road with a cement divider in the middle of the road.
I watched as King’s car sped up, veering towards the thick cement.
“Toni?” Livie’s voice was strung high through the two-way.
A few beats of silence as he tried to correct the steering, but Livie was the one in control.
“Do it.”
His car sped up, and swerved sharply as Livie veered him hard towards the divider. The car wobbled, being torn in two directions as King fought against Livie’s controls. And then there was the bang, the shattering and grinding sound of the front of his car connecting with the divider.
