Dirty Little Secrets (Kings of Bolten 1)

“Fucking Seeley,” he snarled, jerking the car into the other lane.

I chanced a peek to see Levin in a blue sports car with his gun pointed at us too.

Holy shit.

Levin shot, the bullet shattering the back window of Fallon’s car. I let out a scream and covered my head as diamond bursts of broken glass pinged off my skin. Fallon aimed his gun in Levin’s direction and opened fire. Levin hit the brakes and moved out of Fallon’s range.

Vincent fired at us again, ending the brief moment of ceasefire.

“How the hell did they know where we were?” Fallon demanded, dropping the clip out of his gun and shoving another in. “Are they tracking you?”

“What?”

We careened around a curve. Fallon tore my phone from my bag and thumbed through it quickly before letting out a curse and throwing it in the backseat.

“Your phone. They’re tracking your phone. They have an app installed that can find you. Damnit, I should’ve known. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!”

We whipped around another curve with Dom still on our asses. Levin surged around us, moving a few car lengths in front.

“What’s he doing?” I whispered fearfully.

I didn’t have to wait to find out. He raised his hand in the air, and Dom shot out from behind us to match our speed in the other lane. Fallon shot at them, making Dom slow down.

“Don’t! Please, don’t shoot them—”

“They’re trying to kill us!” Fallon shouted back at me in disbelief. “The fuck I’m not going to shoot them.”

I looked at the speedometer. We were going too fast. Way too fast.

“Fallon, you need to slow down.”

“We can’t,” he said, the car lurching forward as he emptied his gun on Dominic’s car.

“We can’t outrun them. You know we can’t. Please. Stop the car.”

“Bianca—”

“Stop the damn car!” I reached out and slammed the gearshift into neutral and grabbed the wheel just as Vincent shot again. He hit our front tire before firing again and hitting the back one. The car spun as Levin slammed on his brakes. A scream tore from my lungs and I smack my head against the passenger window.

It felt like I was on a ride at the state fair that wasn’t ever going to end. I held onto the oh shit handle as the car careened over an embankment and into the woods where it finally nestled itself against a tree.

The airbags deployed, saving me from eating the dashboard. All was silent around us for several long moments.

“Bianca,” Fallon finally called out hoarsely. “Bianca? Answer me. Please. You OK?”

“Mm,” I grunted amid a whimper. I’d really hurt tomorrow.

I didn’t get to ask if he was OK because my door was jerked open, and I was hauled out into the cool night air by Vincent.

“Don’t hurt him. Please.” I wept as I peered through slitted lids to see Levin and Dominic dragging Fallon from the car and over near us.

I let out a wail and tried to break free of Vincent’s hold as Dominic punched Fallon in the face. For every hit he landed, Levin matched him. Fallon was already hurt, his face bleeding from the crash. He clutched at his stomach with one arm.

Fallon managed to strike them both before they knocked him to the ground and began kicking him.

“No! NO! Please,” I shouted, sobbing. “Please, stop! Dominic! Levin!”

“He deserves it, B,” Vincent said in my ear.