Page 75 of Dalla's Royal Guards
“I don’t see the BMW. It turned right at the last street.”
“Are you sure whoever was in it was following us?” Dalla asked, turning to see if she could see the vehicles.
“Yes,” Musad muttered.
“Hussain, do you have eyes on them?” Raja asked, speaking into his phone.
Dalla reached up and gripped the handle in front of her when Musad cut through the roundabout, tires screeching as the convoy peeled off toward the older quarter of Simdan. Cramped alleys and labyrinthine streets, the kind only locals knew—locals like the creators of the maps they had studied before they left
Her eyes widened when two motorcycles moved up next to them, one on either side. She released her grip on the handle andleaned over when she saw the person raise a weapon. She jerked when she heard gunfire crack behind them as the men in the SUV escorting them opened fire.
“Get down!” Nasser hissed, grabbing Dalla and leaning over her as the rear window shattered.
“Raja, a little help from your friends would be nice,” Musad snarled, swerving and causing the motorcycle to their left to jump up the curve.
“The vehicles behind us are working on it,” Raja gritted out. “Next left. Then right behind the citrus market. There’s a route through the construction zone.”
The SUV jolted as Musad yanked the wheel, blasting through a narrow alley, cutting off the two motorcycles that had caught up with them again as he followed the SUV in front of him. He muttered a string of curses when the right side mirror scraped the stone wall.
“Hussain, you’d better know where you are leading us,” Raja growled into his cellphone as he leaned toward Musad.
Dalla hissed as another burst of gunfire pinged off the rear bumper. Musad’s eyes glittered with malicious delight.
“Hang on,” he said, slamming on the brakes.
“Bloody hell, Musad. I don’t want them in the back seat with us,” Nasser growled as a motorcycle collided with the back of the SUV, sending the driver up onto the roof before he bounced off.
“It stopped them,” she said, watching as the escort car behind them rammed the second motorcycle.
She winced when the front of the vehicle lifted off the ground. Unfortunately, the destruction of the motorcycles stopped the two friendly vehicles behind them from following. The only way for them to rejoin them would be if they backed up and went a different way.
“Looks like our company is still with us,” Raja gritted out.
She turned in time to see the friendly vehicle ahead of them T-bone a vehicle that had stopped at the end of the alley. The force of the collision pushed the vehicle away from the entrance. The scent of burning tires, the screech of metal-on-metal, and the smoke rising from the tires gave evidence of the strain of the friendly vehicle trying to clear a path for them to get around.
“Go-go-go,” Raja said as soon as there was enough room for them to squeeze by. “Hussain, catch up with us if you can.”
A shudder ran through Dalla when Musad clipped the corner of the building on her side. Her eyes widened when the vehicle that had blocked them tipped over onto its side. She twisted in time to see their lead vehicle squealing tires in reverse so they could catch up with them.
“Well, we are down to three,” Nasser muttered.
Dalla shook her head. “No, there are four. Do not forget about the little car.”
Nasser groaned. “Let’s hope that one gave up.”
“Don’t lose them,” Detri snapped at his driver.
“I won’t,” Luther replied, swerving around several cars and into oncoming traffic before cutting across the lines to the blare of outraged drivers. Detri clung to the handgrip as Luther took a sharp left followed by a right.
He glanced in the rearview mirror. The other two vehicles had blocked Hadi’s last two escort vehicles and were in a heated firefight. Dristol had gone around the block to cut off Hadi and the Al-Rashid brothers’ vehicle. He didn’t know what had happened to the two men he had on motorcycles.
He glanced around, trying to see if he could see the black BMW M2 that Stella had been driving. He had noticed her tailing the convoy. He was furious that she hadn’t taken the men out while she was at the hotel. Kyle had told him that he’d located the room Al-Rashid had booked.
“I see them,” Luther muttered.
It looked like Al-Rashid had made it out of the alley and taken the lead. A second black SUV was following a short distance behind. From the battered front, it looked like Dristol hadn’t stopped them.
“We’ve got them,” Luther said, speeding up.
