DEACON
“Partner in crime, huh?” I asked.
Emelia looked at me from the passenger seat, a broad grin on her face, looking quite pleased with herself.
“Partner in crime,” she confirmed.
I gave her a grin as the Impala roared down the darkened highway. I had no plan and was just winging in it – which made me nervous. I was a man who needed a plan. It's not that I wasn't quick on my feet – had to be in my line of business – but I was always at my best when I was able to plan something out. Especially, when it was something important.
And I couldn't think of anything more important than keeping me and Emelia alive.
“Do you have a plan?” Emelia asked.
I turned and gave her a wink. “A secret one,” I replied. “Don't you worry about a thing, love.”
Her laugh was soft and rueful. “So, there's no plan.”
I smirked. “There's no plan,” I said. “At least, not yet.”
“Well, that's not all very comforting at all.”
The road was dark and I kept checking behind me for headlights, but still saw nothing. It wouldn't be too long before we hit a major highway and could lose ourselves in the crush of people in the city. I ordinarily wasn't a big fan of crowds, but this time, it might just save our lives.
“Right now, my plan is to get us as far away from that cabin – and Colin – as humanly possible,” I said. “We're gonna lay low for a little bit so I can sort all of this out and figure out what our plan of attack is going to be.”
“Seems like a good place to start,” she said.
“As good as any at this point, love,” I said.
My mind was spinning with everything going on. I couldn't believe that Colin had betrayed me. We'd come up together. Had been through a lot of shit together. I'd always considered him my best friend. Closer than a brother. And knowing that for a chance at the big chair, he'd betrayed me, filled me with a deep, dark rage.
I was going to kill Colin for his betrayal. There was no question about that. But I was going to make him suffer for a while first. It was the fuel that kept my fire burning. I was going to get out of this mess and make Colin pay for it.
We roared down the highway and when we passed a turnoff, I thought I saw the moonlight glint off the hood of a car. I wasn't sure though and thought my paranoia might be kicking into overdrive. But then I saw the headlights turn onto the road behind me.
“Fuck,” I muttered.
Emelia turned and looked out the back window and then back to me. “Is that them?”
I nodded. “Yeah, probably. Either that or it's a cop and we're in a speed trap,” I said. “And for the first time in my life, I hope it's a cop.”
My phone rang on the seat beside me – which told me, it probably wasn't a cop behind me. Glancing at the display, I saw that the call was from Colin. I connected the call and put it on speaker.
“What?” I demanded.
“Where ya headed, mate?” Colin asked, amusement in his tone.
“Budapest,” I said. “Care to meet me there?”
“Tempting,” Colin said. “But I have some business to attend to here.”
“Pity,” I replied. “I'd love nothing more than to shoot you in the face and dump your body into the Danube, you treacherous son of a bitch.”
“Oh, c'mon now, Deacon,” he said. “After all we've been through together and that's the way you're gonna be?”
“Funny how that works,” I said. “You stab me in the back and I want to kill you. Coincidence?”
Colin laughed. “Are you there, lassie?” he asked. “Emelia Antonelli, I assume you're there.”
She looked over at me and then looked at the phone as if it were a coiled snake ready to strike. I shrugged, letting her know it was okay to answer if she wanted – or not.
“What do you want?” she hissed.
“Well, to be quite frank with you, love, a couple hours alone with you would be nice,” he said.
“Fuck off,” she snapped.
“Oh, you've got quite the mouth on you, don't ya, love?” Colin laughed. “Don't worry though, I've got somethin' for that too. Anyway, your daddy is looking forward to having you back home. Of course, before we hand you over to your daddy, I'm gonna have some fun with ya first. And I gotta tell ya, love, I'm really looking forward to that.”
“Yeah, over my dead body,” I snapped.
“That's kind of the plan, mate,” Colin said.
“I assume that's you behind us?” I asked.
The headlights on the car behind is flashed on and off, giving me my answer. “Yeah, knowing you like I do, I assumed you had an exit plan, mate,” he said. “So I sent a couple of my boys to the cabin and figured I'd watch the road myself. And like a gift from God himself, you drove right by us.”
“So, what's your plan here, Colin?” I asked.
“Well, we're going to run you off the road to start,” he said. “Put two in your head and leave you on the side of the road. And then, I may take the lassie to a nice hotel – or I may just bend her over the hood of the car and make her look at your body while I fuck her. Haven't quite decided on that part yet.”
“Yeah, well good luck with that,” I said.
“Oh, I think Lady Luck is on my side this time,” he replied. “Has to be with the way everything fell into place. Wouldn't you agree?”
“Yeah, I guess we'll see about that,” I said.
I disconnected the call and dropped the phone onto the seat next to me. Emelia's eyes were wide and I could see the fear in her face.
“Don't worry, love,” I said. “I'll get us through this. I promise you.”
It was a stupid thing to say. There was no way I could guarantee that I'd get us through this. But I knew she needed something in that moment – needed some reassurance that everything was going to be okay. And if I could allay her fears for only a few minutes, I was happy to lie through my teeth.
On the road behind me, Colin's car started to pick up speed and close the distance between us. It wasn't long before they were right on my back bumper. The one thing I had going for me though, was that this car was made from good old fashioned American steel. Colin was fond of driving cars that were fast, but would disintegrate in an accident. I knew he couldn't afford to bump me too much – not if he wanted to keep his car intact and on the road.
It was a small advantage, but an advantage nonetheless.
I looked in the rearview and saw flashes of light – Colin had his hand out and was shooting at the car. As if to underscore the point, the sound of something hitting the steel of the trunk sounded.
“Keep your head down,” I said. “Duck low in the seat. In fact, get down onto the floorboard.”
Emelia looked over at me, her eyes wide and fearful, but her jaw set, a look of determination in her eyes. She wasn't going to let her fears run roughshod over her.
“Do you have a gun?” she asked.
“What?”
“A gun,” she snapped. “Do you have one?”
I looked at her, my expression one of disbelief. “Glove box.”
She opened the glove box and took out the 9mm I kept stored there. She checked the clip, chambered a round and disengaged the safety. Clearly, there was more to this girl than met the eye. A lot more.
Rolling down the window, she turned around awkwardly in her seat so that she could get her arm out and pointed in the right direction. When she'd accomplished the feat, she squeezed off a round. The car behind me swerved wildly on the road and fell back a bit. But then I saw the muzzle flashes and heard bullets whining as they grazed the steel of the car.
“Get your ass back in here, Emelia,” I snapped. “You're going to get yourself shot.”
She ignored me and squeezed off another couple of rounds, making Colin's car swerve and fall back a little bit more. I had to admit, Emelia was doing a nice job of keeping them at bay. But then I hit a pothole in the road which bounced the car violently. Emelia screamed as her arm hit the top of the door panel and the gun went sailing off into the night.
“Shit!” she screamed.
She sat back in her seat, a look of pure frustration on her face. Behind us, Colin must have seen what happened, because his car sped up and hovered just inches off my bumper. He moved to the left, trying to get around me, so I cut the wheel and stayed in front of him. He moved to the right and I cut the wheel to the right, keeping him behind me.
But he was diving a smaller, faster car – and he was a pretty damn good driver. So when he moved left again and I moved to block, he cut quickly to the other side and got on my right. I wasn't going to be able to keep him behind me.
“Get down,” I snarled. “Keep your head down.”
Emelia did as she was told, practically laying down with her head in my lap. In any other circumstance, I might take advantage of that – but not when the stakes were life and death. I knew I had to do something. If I let them pull up alongside me, they'd simply shoot through the window and kill me.
The engine on the Impala roared, echoing into the night, while the high pitched whine of the asian car he was driving tried to compete. While my Impala made a better sound, his car was moving quicker and his driver's side window was almost to the passenger side window. If I didn't do something then and there, I was going to get my ass shot.
So I did the only thing I could – I cut the wheel to the right.
The sound of my car running into theirs was horrendous. It was as if somebody wearing a steel boot stepped on a plastic cup. The crunching and creaking of the impact drowned out the sound of the engines for a moment.
The wheel shuddered in my hand and the Impala was groaning loud, but the plan worked. I watched as Colin's car slid off the road, saw the shower of sparks and flames when it hit a tree. At the speed they were going, I wasn't sure that they could have survived the crash. Maybe the did and maybe they didn't. I wasn't going to stick around to find out. The only thing that mattered in that moment was that Emelia and I were free.
Emeilia sat up and tried to look in her side view mirror, hoping to see some of the carnage. But it was to dark and we'd put too much distance between us anyway. All that I knew was that – at least for the moment – we were entirely free.
I punched the accelerator and shot off into the night, looking for a place to lay low for a few days.