Page 37 of Filthy Savage
“Time to make our exit,” I inform her. “Let’s see if this piece of American engineering can fly, or at least hold up against the sudden drop. Hold on. This will be a little bumpy.”
“I’ll tighten my seatbelt too,” she says.
“No. Get down on the floor. And cover your head.”
Swerving the car, I speed up as fast as the truck will go, kicking up a ton more dust as I haul ass over the embankment. My head hits the ceiling as the vehicle crashes down on the other side. It swerves, almost making a full three hundred and sixty-degree skid before it stops.
Angel lifts her head slightly, checking the back window once I right the truck. “Uh, the Camaro and two of the bikes stopped before the jump,” she says. “Wait. It looks like one of the bikes just doubled back to try again. He may have a good chance of making it over.”
“Jesus. Can we not catch a goddamned break?”
“Wait,” Angel says. “He’s down. I don’t see him coming back up. Woot! He bit the dust!”
“Nice.”
Angel slides back into the seat and redoes her seatbelt. She fiddles with the radio knobs, searching for a clear station, and stops on a classic country western station. “This will have to do. I see you don’t have XM radio.”
“If we did, the gunfire would have probably gotten it good.”
“Hmmm. So where are we going now?”
“Somewhere safe.”
“You can’t shut me out forever, you know,” she tells me, swatting my hand away when I try to change the music to something more rock-friendly. “We’ll get there soon enough, and I’ll know.”
“True.”
“Wait a minute. What about my mother?” Angel asks in a panic.
“What about her?”
“I need to call her.”
“Not now.”
“What if she’s in danger?” she persists.
“Your phone call can put her in danger. Just relax. I’ll make sure no one gets to her. Make yourself comfortable over there. We’ll be driving for a while.”
Glaring at me like I’m the enemy, she huffs out a long exhale and rests her head on the seat back. “I amsonot sleeping with you, ever again.”
“Suit yourself, Angel.”
Sex is the last thing on my mind at the moment, although the image of actually sleeping beside her makes my chest tighten. I may have fucked a shit ton of women, but I sure as fuck didn’tsleepwith them. Yet where we’re heading, that’s sure to happen eventually.
Except, for the next little while, it’ll be on my terms, and it’s Angel who’ll have to grin and bear it.
