No Strings Attached

Chapter 34: Manhattan Drift

My eyes widen as Will Smith and Rambo approached us in reckless speed.

"WOO-HOO!" Rambo laughed like a drunken maniac.

He has his shotgun draped to his side, and deranged smile growing on his lips. Rambo's police uniform flapped into the wind, like a flag caught in a breeze.

In the meantime, his partner remained composed—not even fazed by his comrade's absurd behavior.

As Will Smith drives the police vehicle, Rambo cocked his weapon and watch as the bullets zipped through the side mirrors, breaking them all at once.

Aria screamed.

She ducked her head and covers her ears, but luckily the bullets barely touched us.

"What the fuck?!" Marco shrilled, ducking his head underneath the dashboard.

Even though we are waiting for the lights to turn green, James stepped on the gas pedal and whisked away from the cold-hearted assailants.

"How did they find us so quickly?" James grunted, clenching the steering wheel.

"Are they following us?" implore Aria.

"Who cares?!" Marco shrieked, shutting his eyes. "We have to get away from these assclowns!"

James nods as pivoted past a nearby gray Sudan. After that, he continues to check his mirror for any signs of police officers.

But just as his opaque brown eyes flickered above the mirror, Will Smith gains the upper hand by ramming his headlights against the car's bumper.

"Jesus, FUCK!" I cry, sinking my nails into the vibrating car cushions.

Swerving my head to the back window, I saw Rambo and Will Smith glaring at us with hateful eyes.

Showing off his broken lip, Rambo rolled down his window, sticks out his shotgun through the crack, then tries to penetrate the car with a single bullet.

In the meantime, James and Marco are doing whatever they can to keep us out of danger.

Marco rummages discarded items from cup holders to find any weapon he can throw at the mercenaries, whereas James shifts the blue Lamborghini to the right lane.

Like the dotted lines on the gray surface, James steers vertically. The sun sparkled luminescent light at the glass, causing James and Marco to strain their eyes.

"Jesus, " I hear Marco swore.

He shields the burning light with his hands, but its proven to be tedious.

"Can you drive faster, James?!" Aria squeaked.

James swivels the car around a sluggish pickup truck then proceeded forward.

As more police vehicles joined in the pursuit, loud sirens sang a bittersweet song in our ears. It was so noisy that it drowned out the music blasting on the stereo.

Shaking his head in dismay, James says that we should turn ourselves in.

My eyes bulged in surprise. "Are you kidding me?"

"It will save us a whole lot of trouble." James frowned, passing another traffic light.

"No, " Aria shakes her head. "We are not going to give up."

"Aria-"

Her pink lips became a thin white line.

"Don't 'Aria' me, James," she says coldly. "You are going to cut the bullshit and keep driving."