“Almira!” He shouted pushing me back in my seat. Another gunshot hit the metal of the car. My eyes flew open.
“Give me your gun,” I said looking at him.
“You’re about to pass out. Get down into the floorboard.”
“Give me your gun and I’ll get us out of this situation.”
“You’re not thinking clearly. This is a hair trigger custom gun. The slightest amount of pressure and bullets will fly.”
“With the exception of the park where you kidnapped me, would you say I’ve been cooperative?”
He swung a hard left. “Where the hell is the on ramp?”
“Two blocks. Give me the gun.”
“So you can blow my brains out, I don’t think so.”
“Daniel, I’m trusting that you’re going to get me help for this wound. Trust me enough to use the gun.” I looked down, his leg was shaking. I wasn’t the only one who’d been shot. He had a huge a stain of red on his pants leg. “I can get us out of this situation if you can get us on the highway.”
He looked at me. “Are you afraid?”
I shook on the inside. “As long as you can get us to safety I can handle anything that comes our way.” He looked at me in disbelief. I touched his leg. “I actually know how to treat this wound if it’s through and through.”
His leg stilled. He ran his thumb over my lower lip. “Tough girl what am I going to do with you?”
My breath caught. I didn’t let men touch me like that. Not unless they had leapt ever every hurdle and through every hoop I could erect. But I didn’t mind his touch. I even…liked it. I swallowed hard. “Give me your gun,” I said softly, “And I’ll get us out of here.”
He reached into his holster and pressed the gun into my palm. Our eyes met and I knew that whatever came next I was in it for the long haul. He switched his gaze to the rearview mirror again. “Climb back there, but whatever you do, don’t get hurt.” His gaze was on me again. “Got me?”
Our fingers brushed and a charge went through me. “I got you,” I promised.
Crawling into the window opening I waited until we were on the expressway, and waited. Then the gunshots started in earnest and I saw the mystery man’s eyes. As tender as Daniel’s had been, this man had no soul. If Daniel died my fate was in this man’s hands. I wasn’t about to let that happen.
I fired. And his front windshield shattered. He let out a volley of bullets. My other shoulder burst into flames of pain. I cried out.
“Almira?!” Daniel shouted out.
I didn’t have the stomach for murder, but I was a crack shot. I crawled out a little further and fired again his front tire blew. I shot out the front passenger side tire. But not before he let another volley of bullets spray. I tried to retreat but I got hit in the side and collapsed.
“Almira!” Daniel’s resonate voice was a deep echo. I was a ball of pain and cold. His hand grabbed me around waist and pulled me back in. I slid limply into the backseat and looked at him. “Jesus Christ,” his mouth moved. The pain in his gaze was something I’d seen somewhere before. His face was haunting in its familiarity.