KALTON'S POV
"s**t!" I yelled, bending down as a bullet almost shattered the side mirror. "Kyren, we're screwed!" I shouted
“Keep driving, Kalton! The car's bulletproof, remember?" Kyren said in an oddly calm way
Right, bulletproof. Dad's excessive addiction to security and bulletproof cars had finally come in handy. I straightened up, gripping the wheel firmer. The bullets bounced off the reinforced metal, sounding like the world's deadliest noise.
"We need to get out of here," I growled, matching furiously on the accelerator and controlling the steering wheel dangerously as the engine roared as if in response to my urgency. as we shot forward, leaving the gunmen in our dust.
"No," Kyren said, his voice steely. "We need to get Angelina."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "Are
