Jericho pov.
I gripped the steering wheel so tight my knuckles turned white. The dark jeep ahead swerved like a drunk bastard, kicking up clouds of dust that made it hard to see.
Aquasteine leaned out the window, firing shots, his face twisted in pain. Blood soaked his brown tank top completely now. The idiot was pushing himself too far after that workshop mess and yesterday's crash.
"Hold on, brother!" I shouted, slamming the accelerator. Our car jumped forward, closing the gap. Ravine was in that jeep. Our mate. The thought made my blood boil hotter than the engine.
They tried to ram us again. I swerved hard, the tires screaming on the dirt. A bullet from their passenger whistled past Aquasteine's head. He ducked back in, cursing loudly. "They've got her tied up in the back! I saw her eyes!"
