The Emptiness She Holds

Road rage

Chapter 11: Road Rage

As Elias merged onto the highway, leaving the dealership behind, I noticed three black cars tailing us closely.

"Are those your security or enemies?" I asked, immediately catching everyone's attention as I pointed toward the rearview mirror.

"Mierda!" Elias yelled, flooring the accelerator. (Shit.)
"I told you we should've brought security!" Daniel shouted at him.

I stayed laid back, sipping the smoothie I hadn't finished from McDonald's, while Zander clutched my arm protectively.

Man, this smoothie is so good. I wonder if I can make it at home.

"Blair, get down!" Silas yelled suddenly, shoving me down hard. My smoothie spilled all over the floor.

"MY SMOOTHIE!" I screamed like a mother losing her newborn.

"Are you serious!?" Zander yelled at me in disbelief.

I just shrugged and pouted.
"You owe me a smoothie, Silas!" I yelled.

He rolled his eyes at my bratty attitude.

I looked down at the sticky mess and felt a little depressed.

The brothers were panicking—a surprise coming from mafia members.

I scoffed and sighed. Then, grabbing the gun I'd seen earlier from under the seat, I acted before anyone could question me or freak out.

I opened the door on the left and, with a quick motion fueled by upper-body strength, swung myself onto the roof of the car. I planted myself, gripping the black roof rail tightly to keep from flying off.

The brothers yelled at me to get back inside, which gave me a headache at the worst possible time.

Clutching the gun, I aimed carefully at the first pursuing car's tires. A well-placed shot exploded both front tires. The car screeched, fishtailed, and rolled off the road.

Bullets flew. I realized they were aiming right at me.

I pulled out a dagger from my pocket and slashed at the second car's windshield. It shattered, and the blade struck the driver's neck, killing him instantly. The car veered off the road and into a ditch.

The last car sped up, dangerously close to us.

Before I could grab the gun again, a shot blasted it from my hand. I looked back to see an ugly man with yellow teeth and a greasy mustache grinning like he'd won. His head stuck out the window, gun in hand, smug.

"I swear I don't get paid enough for this..." I muttered.

Then I jumped off our car and landed on theirs.

They were stunned I'd come directly at them, but before they could react, I smashed the heel of my boot through the windshield. Glass shattered everywhere, spraying across the passengers.

The car swerved wildly. Before it could crash into the trees, I grabbed the guy's gun, jumped off, and rolled onto the road.

In one smooth motion, I got on one knee and aimed at the gas tank. A single shot made the car explode.

I shielded my face from flying debris and possible body parts.

Panting—unusual for me—I stood and winced. Looking down, I saw a long gash on my right leg. A shard of glass had sliced me open, and blood poured out fast.

Of course I had to wear shorts today, I sassed myself.

"BLAIR!" Zander's familiar voice yelled.

I turned to see him rushing toward me, the rest of the Armani brothers close behind but still on high alert.

"Shit! You're bleeding!" Daniel said, panic in his voice.
"No shit, Sherlock," I rolled my eyes at the exaggeration.

"That looks like it's gonna get infected. We should get you to a hospital," Elias crouched beside me, inspecting the wound.

"Nice one, genius. As soon as we open our mouths, they'll start investigating all these deaths," I said bluntly, stating the obvious.

"No, we have our own hospital," Zander spoke up.

Everyone tensed.

I finally realized I had to play dumb again. They didn't know I already knew their little secret.

"You guys are that rich? My goodness," I muttered loud enough for them to hear, trying to sound surprised.

Silas just rolled his eyes.

Okay, little bitch. Hope you find a brain cell back there.

Without warning, Elias scooped me up bridal style and carried me to the car, gently placing me in the backseat.

"What are you gonna do about the car debris?" I asked, pointing out the mess.

"I'll call my men to clean it up," he said in his usual monotone.

Once everyone was buckled in, Anthony voiced the question that made the car fall silent.

"How'd you learn to do that?" he asked, eyes locked on me.

I tensed. "Do what?" I tried to play it cool.

"Don't bullshit me, Blair. You took down three cars by yourself. How do you even know how to use a gun?!" Anthony yelled, coldness radiating from him.

"Well, I would answer, but... I'm feeling woozy and seeing stars," I slurred, words hazy.

"She's losing blood!" Zander yelled.

I heard the car roar to life and speed off.

"Her eyes are closing," Zander tapped my face and murmured in panic.

My eyes fluttered open once more, then darkness swallowed everything.

"Smoothie..." was the last thing I whispered before unconsciousness claimed me.

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