His Daredevil

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*Any corrections of the Italian language used are welcome.*

Chapter Seven - Turned Tables

Turns out Justin Vale, Roman's supervisor, agreed to letting me stick with the team after talking to the police chief. Kyle Wilson was certainly not happy to hear that I had somehow involved myself in the case but agreed that this is a good plan as I've been directly threatened.

But by the time we are halfway to the murder site a convoy of blacked out SUV's start tailing us out of nowhere. Roman curses under his breath just as a ringtone goes off in the car which he accepts quickly. I turn to see the SUV's surrounding us entirely while Mac talks to Roman about how to shake them off. We speed up but I notice the windows roll down and the sight of guns has my eyes narrowing.

"Rome...do you have a gun?"

"Yeah, in the storage compartment. Why?" He asks with a confused glance.

I ignore him before taking it out and rolling the window down. Leaning out slightly I aim for the vehicle's tires because there's no way I'm about to be haunted for the rest of my life for killing a human being. Roman curses furiously beside me as I start shooting and successfully get one of the SUV's to topple over to its side. I see Cleo, Briar and Payton doing the same from their car before ducking back inside when someone starts firing straight at me.

"Elena! Stop this before you get killed!" Roman yells as he drives like a madman on the highway.

"Just keep your eyes on the road!" I shout back before firing at another vehicle that tries getting closer to us.

Me and Cleo manage to take down another SUV before the other two ram into our cars. Yelping in surprise I lose my balance and stumble back into my seat as the SUV tries to push us towards the bridge's edge. Roman grumbles under his breath as he drives away from them before slamming our car straight into theirs. I watch as the SUV loses control and swerves harshly before hitting the edge of the bridge.

He accelerates and we speed ahead but I turn to see Mac's car being pushed onto an exit. I watch as he turns the car recklessly and races across the bridge on top of us. The remaining SUV turns back to us which makes Roman break the speed limit and hurry to get us to the next exit so that we can get them off our tail.

We eventually relax when there's no sign of anyone after us and I sigh in relief. I put the gun back into the storage compartment before rolling up the window. It's silent for a few moments as we try to process what just happened before Roman finally breaks it, like I knew he would.

"Where did you learn how to use a gun?" He asks quietly with a hint of curiosity.

"My brothers taught me. We used to live on the rougher side of town and they wanted me to be able to protect myself." I explain as I turn the heating up a little bit. "So...what now?"

"They're not picking up." He answers before running a hand through his hair in frustration. "We'll continue to the site –"

Just then a ringtone blares throughout the car and Roman quickly accepts the call. "Mac?"

"Yeah, fuckers are still after us so we've been forced off route." He curses loudly before I hear someone shout in surprise in the background.

"Do you need me?"

"We'll be alright." He grunts and I hear gunshots in the background. "Just get to the site and I'll see you there."

The call cuts just at the beginning of a loud yell and two gunshots before it becomes silent. I discreetly glance at Roman before relaxing in my seat as he drives on. We eventually get off the highway and make our way closer to the site. He parks some distance away from the abandoned cottage that's rotting from the inside out and is marked with bright yellow caution tape all around.