Page 37 of Ride Forever
Chapter 14
Sloane
Chaser glanced in the mirror, and his jaw tensed.
Great. Another car chase. It was only the second I’d been in, but one was more than enough. Last time, the car had flipped, and I’d been thrown across the desert. That was the same night I’d killed for the first time.
You liked it, didn’t you? You liked the power.
I blinked to shake away the image of King towering over me, and I leaned forward, looking in the passenger side mirror. The black SUV was still there, though a white van was separating us.
“Who do you think it is?” I asked.
“Don’t know,” Chaser replied.
Ahead, the traffic lights flicked to amber, and the car roared forward, chasing the red light. I looked over my shoulder and saw the van had slowed for the red, but the SUV swerved into the adjacent lane and picked up speed, flying across the intersection behind us.
Sliding back into my seat, I tightened the seat belt and held on as Chaser slammed his foot on the gas. The car roared forward, weaving sharply through traffic.
“I haven’t got time for this shit,” he muttered. “Hold on.”
“Oh, I’ve already got a death grip going on,” I shot back.
We weaved through traffic, tires squealing as Chaser turned the wheel sharply. My stomach went left and right as the movement buffeted my body around. Ahead, the traffic lights were red, but he didn’t slow. My eyes widened as I saw cars and trucks crossing the intersection going the opposite way.
“Chaser… The light is red…”
“I know.”
“What if—”
He must’ve pressed his foot on the gas all the way to the floor because I was pushed back into the seat as the car rocketed toward the busy crossroads.
“Chaser…” I said warily. “I don’t like this…”I’d just gotten out of the lockup for heaven’s sake!
Obviously, he ignored me and powered through the intersection, causing drivers to slam on their brakes. The sounds of crashing metal, breaking glass, and blasting horns reached my ears. I let out a yelp, holding on for dear life.
The car fishtailed slightly as Chaser weaved through the chaos, then we were clear.
“Don’t do that again!” I screeched.
“Say that again when this is over.”
Swallowing a pile of vomit, I looked over my shoulder, searching for the black SUV. It glinted behind us, following the path we’d forged through our self-made chaos back at the traffic lights.
“They’re still coming,” I said. “We’ve got a bit of a lead on them, though.”
“Good.”
Chaser turned the wheel, and we screeched into a side street before rocketing forward. He turned again, this time down a narrow alley, then slammed his foot on the brake, shifted the car into reverse, and then planted his foot on the gas. I was flung forward from the abrupt momentum, and I slammed my hands onto the dash as we flew into another alley, then around into a random driveway before jerking to a stop.
“Smooth,” I said. “Do you think we lost them?”
“Don’t know.” Chaser glanced out of the front window.
“You don’t know? So we just sit here and wait for them to find us?”
Chaser grunted, unbuckled his seat belt, and threw open the door.
