A gunshot rings through the air...louder now.
I flinch hard
"Keep moving," Aaron snaps, not slowing down until we reach the end of the alley and burst out into the open street.
Everything happens so fast after that, the car is already there, engine running with a driver inside waitin.
Aaron yanks the back door open and practically shoves me in.
"Get down!" he barks.
I don’t think, I jist drop doing exactly as I’m told. My body curls instinctively as I slide across the seat, my hands bracing against the leather.
Aaron jumps in right after me, slamming the door shut.
"Go!" he orders.
The car lurches forward immediately, tires screech against the road as we take off.
And then..... there’s more rapid gunshots, not from inside the shop this time.
Outside.
I jer my head up slightly before instinct kicks in again and I duck as the sound of bullets hitting metal rings out around us. One slams into the side of the car with a heavy thud.
Another cracks against the window, the glass vibrating but not shattering.
My breath catches in my throat.
"What the....."
"Stay down!" Aaron snaps, one arm pushing me lower.
I press myself further into the seat, my heart racing so fast it feels like it might explode.
More shots ring out erratically...::: like whoever is shooting doesn’t care what they hit as long as something does...and I’m starting to realize that something is me. Fuck some one died because of me, the waitress in there that bullet was meant for me,sh.....she’s dead because of me.
The driver swerves sharply and the car jerks to the side, then straightens a s another shot hit against the back of the car.
I gasp, my fingers gripping the seat tightly.
"Are they still behind us?" I shout, my voice shaking despite myself.
Aaron glances out the rear window briefly and his expression hardens.
"For now."
That does nothing to calm me as the car speeds up faster.
The engine roaring as we tear down the street, weaving through traffic.
Another sharp turn and my body slams lightly against the door before I catch myself.
The gunshots start to fade, still there br more distant now. The tension in the car doesn’t ease though.
Not yet, not even close.
My chest rises and falls rapidly as I slowly push myself up from where I’d been curled.
My hands are shaking, I can’t even stop them.
"What the hell just happened?" I breathe out.
My voice sounds thin and unsteady.
Aaron doesn’t answer immediately, he’s still watching the back still alert and ready.
Like this isnt ovee yet nd that thought alone makes my stomach twist all over again.
The car doesn’t slow if anything, it goes faster. The engine strains as the driver pushes it harder, weaving through the road like his life depends on it.... Because well it does.
Aaron is still watching the back when his expression changes.
"They’re still on us," he mutters.
I twist slightly, trying to look past him and I see it, two dark cars.. keeping up behind us.
My stomach tightens again.
"They’re not backing off," I say.


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