spinning tires as she went.
Morgan headed in the opposite direction, and the car followed him. Through the review mirror, Katie watched and then headed for the exit to the highway. She turned the wheel sharply just before, causing several horns to honk angrily at her. She ignored the sound as she cut off a car coming from the other direction and headed back the way she’d come.
Morgan was in danger. Like hell she was going to let those bastards touch her man!
She stripped off the jacket and got the long strap of the messenger bag away from her body. She pressed her Bluetooth and called Clive.
“We made it out,” she said tersely as soon as he picked up. “They were waiting outside the building. Morgan took off on his bike and headed south, I’m in the car headed north—was heading north. I’m coming back. They goons followed Morgan.”
Clive swore under his breath. “We’re on it.” Then the line went dead.
Ahead of her, nearing the road that became a two-lane and headed away from the city center and into the suburbs beyond, she spotted the car and Morgan racing ahead. She stepped on the gas, thankful Morgan’s vintage car was a sports model. She followed them, her hands clenching the wheel.
She saw headlights in her mirror rapidly approaching. She shook all over as tension gave way to fear. The adrenaline from earlier was turning into shock. Could it be more of her father’s men?
The lights split in two and she nearly swerved off the road, letting up slightly on the gas as she did so. Clive roared up beside her, one hand held out as he jockeyed to get closer to her car. Penny was behind him, her red hair waving in the wind.
Katie opened her window and then grabbed the messenger bag on the passenger seat. She held it out her window.
Penny grabbed it like it was no big thing. The bag didn’t even drop.
Katie realized the rest of the crew rode hell-bent for leather after the car pursuing Morgan.
Clive banked sharply and headed back to the city center, or wherever he and Penny were going to hide the stolen information.
Katie let out a sigh of relief. The files were safe, no matter what else happened.
The crew moved ahead of her and narrowed in on the Cadillac. The car sped up just as the bikers surrounded it, but two bikers pulled easily in front to prevent it from getting away.
Katie watched in shock. It was like watching an action film in the theater.
From her headlights’ reflection, she caught sight of the whips bikers used to keep away cars that got too close to them flashing, and heard glass breaking. She maneuvered quickly, her eyes locked on Morgan, just ahead of the car and heading for a little dip in the road that turned into a long descent, hurtling downward at a terrifying grade.
She moved around the bikers, now riding in the lane designed for traffic going the opposite way. She pushed the gas pedal down, determined to reach Morgan or drive the damn Cadillac off the road if she had to.
Gunfire erupted from the windows of the car and she saw one of the Orphans go down, his bike spinning across the road. She dodged the bike and rider, but just barely, a low scream erupting from her mouth as she did so.
Some of the bikes stopped to help, but most kept going.
Gunfire kicked back up.
Katie ducked low as bullets hit the side of her car. She didn’t slow down, though; she couldn’t. She had to get ahead of them before they got to Morgan.
Her speedometer needle was buried at the one-hundred-mile-an-hour mark. The lines on the road blurred and she felt a fresh wave of fear. She had never driven so fast before, and she didn’t know if she could even control the car at this speed.
Gunfire rattled, and shook the night.
At the sound, Morgan accelerated away again. Terror clutched at Katie’s chest. Could he, as good as he was on that bike, control it at those speeds?
She didn’t want to find out. She tried to edge her way over into the other lane and get ahead of the other car, but the
Morgan headed in the opposite direction, and the car followed him. Through the review mirror, Katie watched and then headed for the exit to the highway. She turned the wheel sharply just before, causing several horns to honk angrily at her. She ignored the sound as she cut off a car coming from the other direction and headed back the way she’d come.
Morgan was in danger. Like hell she was going to let those bastards touch her man!
She stripped off the jacket and got the long strap of the messenger bag away from her body. She pressed her Bluetooth and called Clive.
“We made it out,” she said tersely as soon as he picked up. “They were waiting outside the building. Morgan took off on his bike and headed south, I’m in the car headed north—was heading north. I’m coming back. They goons followed Morgan.”
Clive swore under his breath. “We’re on it.” Then the line went dead.
Ahead of her, nearing the road that became a two-lane and headed away from the city center and into the suburbs beyond, she spotted the car and Morgan racing ahead. She stepped on the gas, thankful Morgan’s vintage car was a sports model. She followed them, her hands clenching the wheel.
She saw headlights in her mirror rapidly approaching. She shook all over as tension gave way to fear. The adrenaline from earlier was turning into shock. Could it be more of her father’s men?
The lights split in two and she nearly swerved off the road, letting up slightly on the gas as she did so. Clive roared up beside her, one hand held out as he jockeyed to get closer to her car. Penny was behind him, her red hair waving in the wind.
Katie opened her window and then grabbed the messenger bag on the passenger seat. She held it out her window.
Penny grabbed it like it was no big thing. The bag didn’t even drop.
Katie realized the rest of the crew rode hell-bent for leather after the car pursuing Morgan.
Clive banked sharply and headed back to the city center, or wherever he and Penny were going to hide the stolen information.
Katie let out a sigh of relief. The files were safe, no matter what else happened.
The crew moved ahead of her and narrowed in on the Cadillac. The car sped up just as the bikers surrounded it, but two bikers pulled easily in front to prevent it from getting away.
Katie watched in shock. It was like watching an action film in the theater.
From her headlights’ reflection, she caught sight of the whips bikers used to keep away cars that got too close to them flashing, and heard glass breaking. She maneuvered quickly, her eyes locked on Morgan, just ahead of the car and heading for a little dip in the road that turned into a long descent, hurtling downward at a terrifying grade.
She moved around the bikers, now riding in the lane designed for traffic going the opposite way. She pushed the gas pedal down, determined to reach Morgan or drive the damn Cadillac off the road if she had to.
Gunfire erupted from the windows of the car and she saw one of the Orphans go down, his bike spinning across the road. She dodged the bike and rider, but just barely, a low scream erupting from her mouth as she did so.
Some of the bikes stopped to help, but most kept going.
Gunfire kicked back up.
Katie ducked low as bullets hit the side of her car. She didn’t slow down, though; she couldn’t. She had to get ahead of them before they got to Morgan.
Her speedometer needle was buried at the one-hundred-mile-an-hour mark. The lines on the road blurred and she felt a fresh wave of fear. She had never driven so fast before, and she didn’t know if she could even control the car at this speed.
Gunfire rattled, and shook the night.
At the sound, Morgan accelerated away again. Terror clutched at Katie’s chest. Could he, as good as he was on that bike, control it at those speeds?
She didn’t want to find out. She tried to edge her way over into the other lane and get ahead of the other car, but the
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