Page 12 of Mercy (The Sins Trilogy 3)
The moment stretches. My heart is going at a thousand beats a second. I hope this isn’t how it ends for us. I wish we had the time to talk, mend everything and smile and be happy. How I’ve wasted all those days between us…angry, bitter and…
“I’m sorry,” I whisper, taking in the gorgeous face one last time.
Ten feet away, the Escalade, in reverse, slams into the SUV with a deafening crash. Tires squeal and the SUV is pushed off course enough that it misses us.
In a flash, Tony is up and carrying me, running for the cover that the Escalade can provide. I twist and look over his shoulder. The SUV reverses and peels out, going the wrong way down the circular driveway.
Oh my God. Oh my God.
I’m trying to process what just happened, but can’t. My head is a mess. Words and thoughts spin, while my mind keeps playing the sound of metal on metal, like one of those huge junkyard crushing machines destroying a bus.
My teeth start to chatter.
“Ivy! Ivy!” Tony’s hand is warm and gentle on my cheek. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?”
Bobbi comes out of the Escalade, one hand on the back of her neck. “Motherfucker! Shit!”
Oh my God. Bobbi. I forgot about her. If she hadn’t been in the Escalade…
“Ivy! Talk to me.”
I finally turn my unblinking eyes toward him. “Tony.”
“Are you hurt?” he asks again.
Hurt? I try to think…sense if anything feels bruised or broken. But my mind isn’t working properly.
“She won’t know. Too much adrenaline. We need 911,” Bobbi says, pulling out her phone.
Adrenaline isn’t the only thing pumping through me. There’s more—shock tinged with horror.
The driver wasn’t drunk or texting. He wanted to kill me.
