14

BLAIR'S POV CONTINUES

“Where are we going?” I questioned, as pulled me out of the apartment.

Outside the apartment was black Bentley flying spur. Brian hurriedly flew into the driver's seat.

I stood at the door, staring at the vehicle and what luxury it spoke, with its shinny color.

“Common, we don't have time,” he opened the door from his end, yelling at me.

“How were you able to afford this?” I queried, “who's vehicle is this?” I threw more questions.

“Common, Blair,” Brian's voice showed his exasperation.

I didn't have the time to throw more questions, as we began to hear rapid gunshots in our direction.

I bent my head, hurrying into the vehicle, shivering from the tip of my hair to those of my feet.

Brian drove off at almost two hundred kilometers per hour, and it wasn't long before two vehicles were behind us in a chase, shooting bullets at us.

“Shit!” Brian exclaimed, hitting the steering wheel.

I sat in fear, without any words, thinking over and over about the near death