[Dawn]
Aldo is searching his mind for the correct response. He can see my neck bulging and my temple flashing with a pulsing vein. My anger is a live wire, crackling through the confined space of the car. I’ve gone from zero to one hundred over my damn brother, and my frustration is practically vibrating off me.
That’s when the car horn blares.
And another.
A car veers sharply into our lane.
Aldo slams on the brakes, and the force yanks me forward in my seat. The seatbelt digs into my chest as I instinctively grab at the dash, my fingers clawing for stability. My heart rockets into my throat.
Then Aldo swerves hard left, the tires screeching against the asphalt as the van swings violently to the side. I see it clearly now—them.
It’s the men from the car!
The Russians Aldo’s been pa
