Dodging bullets aiming for your tires and running from a group of assassins aiming for your life.
Nothing in hell would have properly prepared Adriana for the event.
But after hours of dodging and racing, she made it into a less deserted part of the city. That way, they couldn't shoot recklessly. The police would get them within seconds. Plus the fact that there were other vehicles on the road made it harder for them to get her, and easier for her to get away from them.
At the end of the day, she parked the car in an old barn and hoped for them to disappear completely.
The fear of driving back to town gripped her.
What if they were out there, waiting for her to return.
She shook her head.
Taylor, that bastard.
He had her mother and Kent.
Remembering that made her even more determined.
"I have to stay alive," her head rested on the steering wheel as she spoke to herself.
