c*****g the weapon, he made sure the safety was off and placed it in the passenger seat. His hands returned to the wheel as he approached the next intersection and glanced down at the speedometer… seventy miles an hour, he could do better than that. Once more ignoring the red light, he shot through the second intersection right between two tractor trailers going in opposite directions.
Right now he didn’t give a damn if the police got his tag number or not… his gypsy girl was in trouble and nothing was going to keep him away.
*****
Ren knocked his sunglasses off when his vision started to blur and the pain continued to get worse. He swung wildly at the demon and heard him laugh softly when he fell to his knees from the momentum. He’d heard of blinding pain but damn… this was going a bit
