FIORELLA’S POV
My vision blurred with tears of joy as I stood up and rushed into the car.
I had barely thrown myself into the passenger seat when he floored the accelerator.
I caught myself against the dashboard and shut the door as the G-Wagon surged forward.
The driver staggered from the wrecked vehicle and stood in the middle of the road. He began shooting at Rhys, but his bullets didn’t pass through the windshield.
Rhys kept his eyes forward and hit him with his car.
The driver kept screaming in agony as he went under.
I screamed as well, my heart leaping to my stomach.
Rhys stopped the car, shifted into reverse, then backed over the man again.
His screams stopped immediately, and I was somewhat certain I heard a faint crack coming from under the car.
Only then did Rhys
