Page 74 of The Chief
The border with the Fiach Clan. Fuck. I left the library and the Sionnach Clan Boss and rushed through the front door, searching the parking area in front of the house. “Fuck!” My Rover was gone, and I knew exactly who had taken it. Glancing to the left, I saw another vehicle I could use. Opening the door, I flipped down the sun visor, praying the Sionnach Clan did something similar to ours, always keeping the keys close in case of emergencies.
Starting the car, I gunned the engine and gravel spat from under the tires as I fishtailed out of the drive and into the street. There were cars everywhere, making my ability to get out of the city quickly nearly impossible. Doing some evasive driving, and taking risky turns, I raced from the city and made my way north through the back roads, just in case Sweeney had eyes in the territory.
I overtook one particularly slow driver around a small bend, only to panic when I saw a truck coming the other way.Wrenching on the wheel, I slipped in front of the slow-moving car easily, but my heart still thundered in my chest.
“Jesus, think you could get us up there without getting us killed?” someone said.
My eyes darted to the rearview mirror to find Mila’s head poking out from behind the back seat.
“Mila,” I barked. “What the fuck are you doing back there?”
She climbed over the back and between the two front seats, settling into the passenger side and pulling on her seatbelt.
“You going to answer my fucking question?”
She gave a sidelong look. “Think you could ask more nicely?”
My jaw clenched, and I took a breath to calm my nerves. “Mila,” I started, using a gentler voice. “Why were you in the back of the car?”
“I wasn’t about to stay in that house by myself while you went off to get Molly.”
“How—”
“It was a simple matter of deduction. She wasn’t in the compound. I hadn’t seen her in an hour. What other explanation could there be? I knew you’d go off all half-cocked, hence I climbed in the back of the nearest car.”
I shook my head, astounded at her ability to read the situation. “But I could’ve picked another car.”
“No, you couldn’t have. This was the only one that was unlocked and had the key.” She held up a handful of familiar looking key fobs looped in a row on her finger.
“You’re a fucking menace.”
She preened at my statement. “Thank you. Now, what’s the plan?”
I balked. “You aren’t helping me find her.”
“Why the fuck not? You need me.”
“Because I’m not putting you in danger.”
“How chivalrous,” she commented, a smirk lifting the side of her mouth. “But you forget that this sort of shit is what I’ve been trained for.”
I flashed her a glare. “You must’ve had a messed-up childhood.”
“You have no idea,” she replied, dumping the extra key fobs into the glove compartment and shutting it. “But seriously, you could use my help.”
Grunting, I kept my eyes on the road.
We drove in silence for a solid five minutes before Mila spoke again. “You know you need me.”
“Only if I need someone’s leg shot to pieces.”
Throwing her hair over her shoulder, she said, “I am a pretty good shot, aren’t I?”
I left that question alone, but asked, “Won’t your father be pissed when he finds out you’re missing?”
She shrugged. “Probably.”
“What about your mother? Did she sanction this?”
