Truly Deadly: The Complete Series: (YA Spy Thriller Books 1-5) by Aspinall Rob

Author:Aspinall, Rob [Aspinall, Rob]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Publisher: Rob Aspinall
Published: 2016-10-27T04:00:00+00:00

21

A Drive In The Country

The time behind the tractor had cost us dearly. Here they came, in three supercars, no doubt jacked from fleeing guests.

We had a black Mercedes coupe, a white Aston Martin convertible and a Porsche in electric blue on our tail. I worked the paddles behind the wheel and picked up the pace, braking harder and later into each tight bend, one mistake away from a thousand-foot drop.

I glanced in the rear view and saw they’d brought guns, with a henchman leaning out of the passenger window of each car, ready to spray our brains over the quilted Bentley leather.

“Fuck!” Irina shouted. “What do we do?”

“Keep your heads down and imagine you’re somewhere else,” I said.

The guy hanging out of the lead car let off a round. He missed. Bullets fizzed all around us, our one saving grace, the rock and roll of the road.

It was harder to hit a moving, swerving target, especially on the twisty blind roads that dropped down the mountain. Unfortunately, the chasing cars were smaller and nimbler than the big-ass Bentley. Fortunately, we were wide and heavy, able to weave and block off the road, keeping the cars behind.

But the Aston Martin eventually found a gap. It pulled up alongside us, one of Nikolai’s boys steadying his aim, I yanked the steering to the left and shunted the thing off through a metal barrier on the tightest part of the bend.

The Aston Martin spun off the edge, the momentum carrying it far from the cliff face. It whirled away as it fell. I slid into the turn, all four of us clinging on. We came onto a long, straight run of road sweeping gently down and up again through a mountain tunnel. More bullets flew, this time peppering the bodywork of the Bentley and making a couple of pretty glass fracture patterns in the top centre of the windscreen. The girls shrieked and kept their heads low. I zigged left and right to avoid the spray. Christina stuck out a telescopic arm and squeezed Irina on the shoulder.

“Give me the gun,” she said.

“What?” me and Irina both said in tandem.

“I know how to shoot. I can do it.”

Irina handed her the rifle. Christina detached her seatbelt, propped the gun on the rear headrest like a pro and gave it hell, laughing insanely as she fired, cocaine cut with revenge pumping through her veins.

“Fuck you, motherfuckers!” she screamed, countless days and nights of bottled-up terror and torment released in the direction of the chasing cars, ignoring the bullets coming the other way. She hit one of them too! The driver of the black Mercedes coupe took one in the head through the windscreen. The car veered sharply to the left as we arrowed into the tunnel. The guy leaning out of the passenger seat got mashed into human pulp against the inside of the tunnel wall. The Mercedes was going so fast, all it needed was the tiniest of clips to flip it over twice in the air, bouncing across the tunnel on its roof.

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