Girl Get Rid Of That Jerk (Williams and Shawn) novel Chapter 214

The cold wind whistled through the bullet holes. Allison huddled up tight, shaking with fear. She had just had another close call with death. At that moment, she felt Chris' murderous intent as if it were etched in the air. Chris had the audacity to brandish a gun right here; he was truly a madman!

In the chaos, Joshua remained cool and focused. "They came ready," he said, his voice steady yet quick. "Allie, stay down and don't move."

He’d underestimated them. Joshua thought he had lost them, but they had caught up. Allie had nearly been hit. His brow furrowed, and his eyes burned with a fierce determination.

Joshua floored the accelerator, expertly spinning the steering wheel, the car weaving in and out of lanes like a dancer, narrowly dodging a bullet aimed at him. A loud "bang" sounded as a bullet shattered the side mirror, sending glass shards flying.

Allison was tossed around, her body swaying with the car's movements. Behind the Bugatti, two cars were closing in: a sleek black Aston Martin and a silver Porsche 918, both trying to box them in. A man in the Porsche's passenger seat was armed with a heavy sniper rifle—the source of the earlier shots.

Joshua eased off the gas just a bit. With one hand on the wheel, he grabbed a gun from beside him, loading it smoothly with one hand. Normally, he wouldn't have a gun in the car, but he had prepared for Chris' antics.

As the Aston Martin drew alongside the Bugatti, Joshua suddenly slowed down, aligning the cars. In a split second, he raised his gun and fired, the bullet zipping through the window gap. The Aston Martin’s window shattered, and although the passenger seat was empty, the bullet found its mark, causing the driver to lose control and crash into the guardrail.

The front of the Aston Martin crumpled, sending black smoke billowing into the air. The Porsche 918, seeing its companion in trouble, slowed down, its driver clearly rattled. Joshua seized the opportunity, firing a few shots at the Porsche, his aim unwavering. The bullets pierced the windshield, forcing the driver into a frantic panic, losing control and careening off the guardrail, plunging down the cliff.