“Sam will hold your share,” he said gruffly. “Now get in.”
I was pretty sure that whatever Tony’s actual job was, he absolutely hated “Savannah duty.”
Though not one to typically walk away from a fat stack of cash, I growled at Tony and reluctantly slipped into the passenger side and buckled up.
He was totally unfazed by my glare.
I leaned back against the seat as the Jeep pulled away, a little relieved, to my surprise. Jaxson was right. I had no desire to head back into Eclipse with the crowd all riled up. That, and my dogs were barking after four hours on my feet. I also smelled pretty sweaty, though I was too tired to care if Tony noticed.
It was time for a soak and bed.
Suddenly, the Jeep screeched to a halt, and the seatbelt dug into my chest. Gasping for air, I looked up as Tony cursed and hit reverse.
A white van had pulled out of the alley onto the one-way street ahead of us, blocking our path.
Tony hit the brakes again as a truck screeched to a halt behind us. The assholes had locked us in.
Neither vehicle moved, and my heart went haywire as I looked between them. “We’re trapped!”
A bunch of burly figures barreled out of the vehicles. Shit.
Tony grabbed for his phone as an explosion hit the side of our ride.
His head ricocheted off the wheel as I slammed into the door, and the world spun.