"Are they...are they the same ones from the club?"
"Most likely."
"And they know it’s you."
He didn’t answer that.
He took a sharp turn, the force throwing me against the door. I grabbed thr handle instinctively, heart climbing into my throat as another car joined the chase from the side.
"How many?" I asked.
"At least three."
My pulse spiked. "Zane."
"Elaine."
"I’m mot playing this game with you right now."
A chuckle escaped him, sharp and humorless.."
The car behind us surged closer. I heard the crack of something.....gunfire....and ducked instinctively as a bullet shattered a rear window.
Glass sprayed into the backseat.
I screamed.
Zane swore, yanking the wheel as we sped onto a narrower road, buildings closing in on both sides. He drov like he knew these streets intimately, like he’d memorized escape routes in his braib
I clutched the gun in my lap, fingers numb.
"What do I do?" I asked, my voice barely holding together now.
"Nothing," he said. "You just stay down."
Another shot rang out, this one closer.
"I didn’t sign up for this," I said, panic finally seeping into my words.
"I know."
"You said no replacements," I went on, my voice shaking. "You said you wanted Ivy." I know i was rambling but I didn’t know what else to do, I do that when I am tensed, ramble that is.
He cut the wheel hard, narrowly missing a movinf car. "This isn’t about that anymore."

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