The road split in two, and I slammed on the breaks.
Which way?
I leaned my head out the window, looking for any indication of the path Billy had taken, but there were tire marks on both sides.
I took a breath and gunned the gas, heading left. Desperation rose in my chest after a few minutes of driving in the darkness, and then I saw them—the red taillights.
“There you are, you bastard.”
I shifted into fourth and pressed the pedal down. The truck didn’t have much acceleration, but she moved.
Billy slowed and then careened left onto the highway. I didn’t see any oncoming lights, so I shifted down into second and followed. The truck screeched but righted herself on the smooth pavement, and my hair whipp
ed in the wind from the open front windows.
Billy’s silhouette shifted in the driver’s seat as he glanced in the rearview mirror. He seemed agitated.
I smiled and pressed the gas to the floor, pushing the old girl into third and then fourth.
A week ago, this asshole had sicced his wolves on me. Now it was my turn.
Hunt him down.
My truck lurched forward and slammed into Billy’s bumper. He veered across the center line before righting himself. Adrenaline pumped through me, and I felt wild and in control.
“You want to play dirty, Billy? I’ll show you dirty.”
I pressed the gas and smashed into his bumper again, harder this time. He swerved and flipped me off.
If I could just get him off the road, preferably into a ditch and unconscious. Not dead. If I had to shoot off his kneecaps with silver bullets, I would, but he had information that I needed.
Billy swung in front of me. I rammed his bumper and managed to pull up beside him. “You messed with the wrong waitress, asshole!”
His ochre eyes locked onto mine, and then he grinned and sideswiped me. Metal grated against metal, and my truck lurched to the left. I cursed and righted the old girl as he slammed into me again, pushing me toward the ditch. Dread settled in my stomach as I fought to control the truck.
I released my foot on the gas, and Billy’s truck shot forward in front of me and sailed through the air.
Holy—
Just then, my front right tire exploded. I gripped the wheel, trying to regain control, but I was going too fast. The truck swerved, and then flipped.
Oh, no.
They say that when you’re in a horrible accident, time seems to stand still. It wasn’t quite like that. I saw the pavement flip once, and then I was out.
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I opened my eyes and groaned. My hair hung below me, and the taste of copper filled my mouth.
The roof under me was crushed, the windshield shattered. I took a breath and moved my arms and legs, making sure nothing was broken or missing or impaled.
Every inch of my body hurt, but I’d gotten lucky. I unclicked my seatbelt and braced myself as I fell onto broken glass.
I had to find Billy.
Adrenaline surged through me, dulling the pain. I reached around and pulled the pistol from the back of my jeans, then slid out of the crushed window. Glass cut my hands, but I felt nothing.