Tyler was angry.
Erasing the thought from her mind, Praise replaced it with something more fitting. Tyler was furious. And he had every reason to be.
Their follower had been in a gray Honda Civic that Tyler had noticed earlier in his rear view mirror although he had said nothing to Praise about it.
After getting the heads up from Claire, the receptionist back at Nuroh Inc., Praise had had to hang on for dear life as Tyler took the craziest turns while she held on to the car seat with her eyes closed tight, praying fervently under her breath.
To evade their pursuers, he'd deviated from the main road and into the highway, a move Praise had thought was smart at first.
However, it had just sparked the beginning of an attack Praise wasn’t sure she could ever forget.
The highway was lonely, empty of other cars and as Tyler struggled to get ahead of their pursuers, Praise risked peeking at her side view mirror. What she saw made her eyes widen.
One of their pursuers was leaning out of his car window, and in his hands, was a large gun. Through the mirror, Praise made sudden eye contact with him and the slight upturn of his lips sent pinpricks of fear towards her.
“They got a gun,” she turned to Tyler, speaking frantically. “They’ve got—”
Her side view mirror shattered with a deafening crack and reflexively Praise threw her body away from the window, stuttering unintelligibly.
Tyler swerved sharply to the left as another bullet whizzed past Praise’s window, and the only thing that stopped the woman from being flung away was the reaffirming grip of her seatbelt.
Her head hit the dashboard harshly as Tyler suddenly braked and when she looked up, she saw Tyler was pulling the car’s gear into reverse.
An earsplitting sound resounded throughout the car as a bullet audibly dented the side of the car, and Praise raised her hands, covering her ears as bullets whizzed past the car.
Tyler looked at her, and in his eyes swam anger, confusion, worry and most of all, accusation.
“Hang on,” he said, and looked over his shoulder. Pressing one foot down on the accelerator, he began to drive the car backwards, his speed increasing with each second that passed.
Praise understood what he was doing. He was driving back to town. These men couldn’t attack if they were in town. It’d be too easy for them to get stuck in traffic or someone to call the police.
She bent her head as Tyler’s car zoomed past their pursuers. From her window, she heard a loud bang, as if the gun was right next to her. A groan came from Tyler’s side, low and anguished and when Praise raised her head in alarm, a dark spot was begin for form over Tyler’s pristine shirt.
Her eyes widened, and she reached out gingerly, swallowing harshly when blood coated her fingers.
“We need to go to a hospital,” she blurted out, fishing in her bag for something.
“I’m fine, it just grazed me,” Tyler kept his eyes on the rear view mirror, and pressed even harder on the accelerator.
Ignoring him, Praise pressed a handkerchief to his chest, wincing when he recoiled from her touch. Their attackers were rapidly catching up to them now, and she struggled with the urge to panic.
“You’re strapped in right?” Tyler asked abruptly, as Praise pressed down on his wound, trying to stop the bleeding. At her nod, he swerved suddenly, driving the car in circles.
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