Benjamin
All hell breaks loose as soon as we entered the City. An explosion launches the car flying into the air like a rocket. Time seems to stand still, then rush to find its place.
Morgan screams, holding on for me to dear life as our bodies bounce around the interior like pinballs in an arcade game.
White lights spark behind my eyes as the car hits the ground and our bodies drop like rocks. My head cracks against the glass and my vision goes dark as wave of dizziness barrels over me.
Once the world stops spinning, I crawl from the wreckage of the car, glass digging in the palms of my hands.
“Morgan,” I shout as razor sharp pain rakes over my skull. “Morgan.”
Blurry-eyed, I stand on my feet, my entire body weaving as I search for her. I don’t see her anywhere on the ground, so I stumble back to the car.
Maxim’s inside, groaning and holding on to his head. Wrenching open the door, I drag him out of there and go back to double check the interior.
“She’s gone,” he says.
“He’s got her.”
“Who?” Please let it be Dmitry.
“Dmitry,” he says and I nearly drop to my knees in relief. “He’s got a head start. I can call for backup to follow, shall I?”
“Don’t bother. I can track her.” I pull my phone from my pocket and click on the app, anxious for it to capture Morgan’s signal. “Dmitry, Morgan, and I planned it on the plane ride over. He’s been transporting packages for Wraith and his latest job required that he bring Morgan to the head guy.”
Maxim gives me a look. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
“No.”
His mouth becomes white at the edges. “The explosion?”
I shake my head. “Not part of the plan.”
“And Grandfather wonders why I chose my line of work,” he mutters.
“There’s always one in every family.”
“Bugger off, Benji,” Maxim all but growls.
I lightly pat his arm, checking for damage. “Call for medical help. I think your arm is broken.”
“I’ve had worse.”
“Things are about to get a whole lot worse.” The app comes to life on my phone. “I need to borrow a car.”
“I’m not stopping you.”
“By borrow I mean—”
“I’m literally not stopping you. Go.”
I don’t waste any more time. Adrenaline and fear push my body into motion. My pain disappears under my fear for Morgan as I run flat out. I’m confident I’ll find a proper car to knick in the car park up ahead, even when my sides start to hurt like hell. I don’t let up, will never let up until I find her.
Rounding the next corner, I dash into the car park and pop the lock of the nearest car, then rip out the panel under the dash to connect the wires underneath.
The BMW roars to life and I shove it into gear, driving over hedges and knocking down a metal fence. While it’s late, the streets aren’t deserted. I have to dodge pedestrians and as well as other cars with impeccably poor timing.
Honestly, I don’t know how Dmitry did this without succumbing to road rage. Glancing at the map that has popped up on my screen, I brake hard and take the next left.
“I’m coming, Morgan. Hold on.”