Page 74 of Freeing Denver
“We’re blocked in,” he says, taking out his weapon. “Stay here.”
He’s barely opened the door when his blood spits across the interior of the car. More shots follow, and Denver shouts my name as I lean into the front seat. Danny’s lifeless body isslumped forward, and I shove him out, closing the door, his blood soaking my clothes as I sit in the driver’s seat.
The door reopens, and I grip the handle, snapping it open with force. It smacks into whoever was trying to get in, knocking them over, and I slam it closed again, securing the lock.
The vehicle in front of us darts away, giving us room to move, and I slam the car into drive. “Seat belt, Del.”
Tires screech against the road as I peel out of the space, slamming into one of our gun-wielding assailants as I do. He bangs into the side of the car, his body colliding with the sidewalk.
“What about everyone else?” Denver asks.
“My focus is you,” I say, and frown as she climbs into the front seat. “I said seat belt.”
“Sex night is officially over,” she says, settling into the passenger seat. “You’re not in charge anymore.” I don’t hold back my look of disapproval, and she flashes me a grin. She glances over her shoulder. “They’re following us.”
My gaze flicks to the rearview. “Sounds about right.”
I weave in and out of the other cars, taking any street that won’t get us stuck in traffic. The city lights blur as I accelerate, taking a corner at speed. Denver clings to the handle above the door while keeping an eye on our pursuers.
“Where are we going?” she asks.
“Not home,” I say, trying to calm the thundering of my heart as we inch farther away from the busy city streets. The quiet both helps and hinders, but I refuse to get stuck in a line of traffic and have them advance on us.
We hit the highway, the late hour meaning the cars are few and far between.
Denver opens the glove compartment and takes out a gun, loading it.
I eye her, brow arched. “What’s the plan?”
“Pew pew,” she says, her eyes feral with delight as she puts the window down. I laugh as she angles herself out of the window, her red hair whipping around her, one hand gripping the back of the seat, the other aiming. She fires, the casing kicking back and disappearing in the wind. She keeps firing, and it’s a struggle to keep my eyes on the road when she looks like she does.
In total control. Almost giddy in her power.
My dick is officially hard.
“Oop!” She ducks back into the car and grabs the back of my neck, shoving me down, too. Thunderous, continuous popping batters the car, hundreds of bullets slamming into the metal at once. “Automatic rifles? What the fuck?” she squeaks. “This is hardly a fair fight.”
She releases my neck, and I pull off the highway, and Denver is jolted, her back hitting the car door. “Ow.”
I wince. “I did say seat belt.”
She smooths her hair back, frowning. “Warn me. And do you know how to use a turn signal?”
“Not my priority right now.”
I weave, take corners, and eye the rearview as the cars behind us fall farther behind. Denver watches, too, and I take a few more turns before pulling into an alley and stopping the car.
Silence cloaks us, and we wait.
“That was my first car chase,” Denver whispers breathlessly, her eyes darting from the end of the alley and back to me. “Not as fun as I thought.”
“You looked like you were having a great time,” I say, pulling out my phone and dialing Taf. “You good?”
He sounds breathless. Irritated. “It’s a mess, but yeah. Where are you?”
“No clue,” I say. “They followed us, but I think we lost them. We’ll wait here for a few minutes then head out.”
“Where?” Taf asks.
