Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 73963 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73963 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Skylah chats all about Nessa and Damian’s babies while I drive and we get at least halfway home before a car pulls out behind me and speeds up until the fucker is riding right on my ass.
This guy is a fucking idiot. Who drives like this in the middle of the night? It’s not as though I’m driving slowly. Me and the speed limit have never seen eye to eye. I’m already doing enough to guarantee a speeding ticket if I were to get pulled over.
Skylah notices me glancing up in the mirror and she twists around in her seat to see the headlights shining right through the back window. She holds up both hands, flipping the bird, knowing the guy would see it perfectly well. “FUCK YOU, MOTHER FUCKER,” she yells at the top of her voice, making herself crack into a wild fit of laughter.
Realizing this guy is probably just trying to get home and intimidate me to move, I hold my ground. No one gets the best of me. I don’t care if he goes around, in fact, he can be my fucking guest, but I refuse to move.
The guy finally gets the picture and pulls out onto the other side of the road and just when I think he’s about to pass, his SUV swerves into mine, attempting to run us off the road.
“What the fuck?” Skylah screeches as I swerve to avoid being hit, suddenly not finding a damn thing funny as her hands fly out and latch onto anything she can reach.
I slam on my brakes, letting the guy fly past me. If my girl wasn’t sitting beside me, I’d be going after him but her safety comes first. I’m not going to risk her life by playing some stupid game of chicken.
With the guy now up ahead, I hit the gas and glance over at Sky. “Are you alright?”
“Yeah,” she whispers, putting her hand against her heart. “That kind of fucked me up. Who does that shit?”
“I know, babe. Don’t worry, he’s gone.”
She nods and I reach over and take her hand, realizing that she’s a little more freaked out than she’s letting on. My thumb rubs back and forth over her knuckles and suddenly the chatty girl from earlier is completely gone.
As I keep driving, the guy in front begins to slow right down until the point that I’m now riding up his ass. “Seriously, what is this guy’s deal?” Skylah demands as my hand comes out of hers and I take the wheel. I have a bad feeling about this. Why is this guy fucking around with us?
Skylah’s eyes are wide as she watches everything happening out the front windshield. She slips her phone out of her pocket, ready to call the cops if need be and just as she goes to dial 911, the fucker hits the brakes.
Instead of stopping and allowing myself to ram up his ass, I peel over to the side with my tires screeching in protest. “SHIT,” Skylah screeches as she’s thrown to the side, desperately scrambling to right herself.
I take off like a bat out of hell, more than ready to get away from this guy as Skylah hastily dials 911.
The SUV comes barreling after me and I clench my jaw, realizing this must be some kind of psychopath intent on hurting us, but that shit ain’t going to happen. Not tonight and certainly not with my girl in the car.
I hear Skylah talking with the cops but I don’t really take in a damn word she’s saying as my knuckles begin turning white on the steering wheel. I need to concentrate. I know these roads like the back of my hand. There’s got to be some way that I can lose this fucker, but on this stretch of road, it could be a while.
I keep my eyes trained on the road and on every single one of my mirrors. I have a bad habit of speeding but I know for damn sure that I’ve never pushed my Dodge this fast before, I’ve never had a need to.
Sky panics. She doesn’t like this at all. There’s no sign of excitement from the adrenaline pulsing through her veins and as she pulls on her seatbelt, locking it into place, I know she’s thinking the worst. She gives our exact location to the cops but it’s not like they can magically appear. For now, we’re on our own.
Sky keeps talking, explaining to the cops every single turn we take, trying her hardest to keep herself calm as she’s thrown from side to side with each corner I speed around.
I speed through a red light, thanking God that there are no cars on the road to cause an accident. I fly past our street and back toward the highway. There’s no way in hell I’m about to lead this dick to either of our homes.