[Camden]
Kendall makes a surprised squeak, her head pressing into my thigh as I try to get a clearer look at the car on our tail.
The sharp pop of gunfire rings out, followed by a shattering sound as a bullet takes out the back glass, splintering it like ice.
“f**k!” I curse, jerking the wheel hard to the left, cutting in front of an oncoming truck. If this asshole wants to play chicken, we’ll play.
The truck horn blares, a deep, shuddering roar that reverberates through the car.
I speed up, riding so close to the massive truck’s grille that the heat of the engine seems to pulse against my back. My heart pounds in my ears, but I hold steady, gripping the wheel so hard my knuckles go white.
Just before we make contact, I catch a glimpse of the trucker’s wide-eyed, horrified face, and
