“Is there someone behind us?” Winter asked, breathing hard again.
I checked the rearview mirror, while Will glanced over his shoulder.
Bright headlights pierced the darkness as we left the village, climbing our tail.
“And coming up fast,” Will said.
How did she know that?
I punched the gas, charging up into the hills, the dark trees looming on both sides.
“Did they hurt you?” I asked, looking at Winter.
She shook her head. “Just scared me.”
Will took her chin, inspecting the cut on her lip. “Anderson do that?”
“I think so.”
I raced past security, not even bothering to stop as the guard popped his head up, startled. He worked for the families in this community, not the police. He’d call the association to report trouble before he’d call the cops.
I turned the wheel, taking us around the curve, but as I straightened out, the car behind us shot up right on our ass, ramming into our car.
Winter gasped, and we lurched forward, Will holding her tight as he planted his hand on the dash. I sped around another curve, but then Will shouted at me.
“No, take the shortcut!” he yelled.
I jerked the steering wheel right, remembering St. Killian’s sat across from a small river buried in the forest. There was a bridge that cut through the space between here and Michael and Rika’s, avoiding all the winding roads.
We could go faster without all the turns.
Anderson shot past, but I heard his tires screech to a halt on the other road above as we hurried toward the bridge as fast as we could.
I pressed my back into the seat, my arm locked straight on the steering wheel, and my eyes zoned in on the road and checking my mirror.
My blood raced, and if I weren’t so worried about her, I might’ve been having a little fun. Of course, I wouldn’t have run. I would’ve killed that motherfucker right there in the town square. I’d just been caught up in getting her out.
Headlights flashed through my rearview mirror and the car caught up to us again, charging behind.
It rushed up, and I tightened every muscle.
“Hold on,” I shouted.
It slammed into our ass, and liquid heat coursed down every one of my limbs as I tried to outrun them.
I looked to Winter. “We’re almost there.”
She opened her mouth to speak, but the car rammed us again, and we all lurched in our seats.
“Motherfucker!” I growled.
They slammed into us again. I took the wheel with both hands trying to keep it steady.
And again.
Winter started panting in short, shallow breaths, scared with an arm around Will’s neck and one on the dash.
They hit us again.