Chapter 186
Chapter 186:
She didn’t register the pain. Her foot stayed firm on the pedal. The engine shrieked in protest, and the sports car sped ahead, cutting through the night while the SUV faded into the shadows behind them.
Up ahead, a truck pulled into their path, blocking the road entirely.
Johnny’s eyes widened. “Damn it!” His face drained of color.
Rylie didn’t flinch. Her gaze shifted to the pistol clenched in his hand, then to the concrete barrier lining the edge of the road. She jerked the wheel toward it. “We don’t have another way out. Trust me, and do as I say p>
Johnny didn’t get a word in. A violent crash followed, the car smashing through the barrier and plunging straight into the sea.
“Hold your breath!” she yelled.
“Wait! I can’t—” His voice drowned as water poured into the car.
The ocean swallowed them. Freezing water filled the cabin. Rylie shoved open the door. She grabbed the safe box with one hand and started toward the surface. Before swimming off, she glanced back.
Johnny was still trapped inside, his limbs thrashing. He couldn’t get his bearings. She froze for half a second. It was hard to believe someone from a shipping empire couldn’t swim.
There was no choice. She reached in, caught him by the collar, and dragged him out.
He clung to her tightly as they broke the surface. His arms stayed locked around her waist, and only when they reached air did he let out a gasp. Coughing hard, he muttered, “I never learned. I’m sorry p>
She didn’t waste time. With effort, she hauled him toward the shoreline. By the time they crawled out, two black SUVs were waiting at the shattered end of the bridge. Angry voices echoed over the water.
One of the thugs pointed straight at them. “There! They’re right there p>
Rylie jammed the box into Johnny’s hands. “Run p>
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Rylie spun around to meet the attackers head-on.
With one clean kick, she knocked the first man into the sea. As the second one raised his firearm, she snatched up a shell from the sand and hurled it hard, hitting his wrist dead-on.
“Ouch!” the attacker screamed, and his weapon dropped into the surf.
She grabbed him by the collar and drove her knee into his stomach without pause. He crumpled, wheezing, but she shoved him down, holding him against the ground.
“Talk,” Rylie said, yanking off his mask. His face was unfamiliar and hostile. “Where did you get the guns p>
He coughed up blood and let it spill from his mouth. “You think you p>
Without warning, Rylie snapped one of his fingers. The snap rang out, sharp and clean, her grip as steady as her timing.
The attacker opened his mouth to yell, but she gripped his throat and forced his head into the water.
“I’m only asking once more,” she said, her voice dropping lower. “Where’d they come from p>