Page 50 of Rogue Mission
“Get down!” Evan barks as he shoves me to the ground, drawing his weapon.
From the ground, my views is almost completely blocked. The only thing I can see is a narrow strip below the body of the truck. What I watch in that space turns my blood to stone.
Someone coming. A lot of someones. And they don’t look friendly.
Three oversized, black trucks churn up the grass, slamming to a stop around us.
Shouts fill the air as men pour from the doors.
TWENTY
Trees blur by the car as I slam a fist against the undersized steering wheel.
Is this as fast as this stupid thing will go?
My foot grinds the 2001 Sentra’s pedal to the floor as my mind races far faster
How the FUCK did someone grab Beast? I couldn’t have been out for more thank a few seconds.
This has got to be some kind of nightmare. Not only is there a professional hit out on Rosalie, Beast is missing.
“Universe, you can go to hell!”
“P-pleasepull over.”
I glance in the side mirror, bypassing the ghostly, puckered-up face of the passenger.
“You’re not dying,” I mutter, but when I lock my eyes back on the road, the gas pedal suddenly feels sluggish.
No.
Not.Now.
A quick scan of the dash confirms the worst case scenario is indeed really happening.
“Empty?!?” I bellow loud enough to make the owner whimper.
The car’s gas gauge needle has plunged so far below E, it’s not even on the dial now.
Teeth bared like some kind of animal, I shout, “How can you be out of gas?!?”
“I forgot to stop, I was going to.”
I almost have a nuclear reaction inside my head.
He’s clutching his chest, wheezing. “Please don’t kill me.”
Swiping my forearm over my face, I taste cold sweat as my heart thuds heavily.
Jesus, it’s hard to breathe.
I need a car.I need to fix this problem fast.
This is my fault. Beast wouldn’t have been with me if I wasn’t jacked up over Rosalie.
He’d be safe.
He’d be going home to Camile tonight.
