The black sedan kept up, its goons hanging out the windows, trying to get a clean shot.
"WE GOTTA LOSE THESE FUCKERS!" Luciano shouted.
"OH, REALLY? HADN'T OCCURRED TO ME!" Val swerved into an alley so narrow it looked like a death sentence.
Luciano's heart damn near jumped out his throat. "NO—NO—NO—"
They squeezed through, the bike barely fitting. The sedan?
Not. So. Lucky.
CRASH!
It slammed into a dumpster, the metal bending like a soda can.
Luciano whooped. "HOLY SHIT! YOU'RE INSANE!"
Val grinned, twisting the throttle harder. "You'll learn to love it!"
Luciano hated that she was absolutely right.
But—
SCREECH!
Another car appeared from the next street, another black sedan.
Luciano's stomach dropped. "HOW MANY OF THESE FUCKERS ARE THERE?!"
"Enough to make my night interesting," Val said, eyes glinting.
More gunshots.
A bullet grazed Luciano's arm, burning like hellfire. "SHIT—"
Val looked over her shoulder. "You dying yet?"
"Not yet!"
"Then quit bitching!"
