Chapter 28

“Hang tight this is going to be a rough ride.”

As if he needed to tell me what to do. I grab onto his waist as the bike’s tires burn through the asphalt.

There’re so many questions swimming in my head, but the most pressing one is why are these people shooting at us?

“Fuck!” Dante curses as one bullet whips past us, too close for comfort. Dante swerves hard just as another motorcycle whips past, the driver holding a gun trained on us.

I feel Dante’s muscles tense against my body as he makes a sharp turn, taking us to a busier street using the traffic as cover.

For a few seconds I can breathe easier, the gunshots seized and we’re given a moment’s r