The screech of metal on metal exploded through the night as a white van slammed into my car like a hammer from hell.
I gripped the wheel hard, heart slamming against my ribs while the vehicle spun across the wet road near the city edge. Rain still poured down, blurring everything. I had barely cleared the last warehouse district, foot heavy on the gas, when they hit. No warning. Just impact.
"Get off me," I yelled, fighting the skid. My car slammed into a guardrail with a crunch. I grabbed the door handle, ready to bolt.
Two men jumped out of the van, faces hidden under hoods. The bigger one, stocky with a scar across his cheek, yanked my door open before I could lock it.
"Easy there, princess," he growled, grabbing my arm. "Boss wants you in one piece."
I swung hard, elbow connecting
