~ Niamh ~
The yellow Ferrari wasn't purring anymore. It was screaming.
Cristiano shifted gears with a violent, practiced jerk, and the car lunged forward, weaving through cars like a needle through silk.
Behind us, the three black SUVs kept chase. They lacked the speed of the Ferrari but they were relentless.
"What are we going to do?" I choked out, my heart beating wildly and my fingers digging so hard into the leather seat that I thought I'd tear it.
Cristiano glanced at at me, his profile carved out of stone, his jaw set so tight I could hear his teeth grind.
"Relax, Sweetheart," he said, his voice eerily calm, a sharp contrast to the madness outside. "Act like it's just another joyride. I've got this under control."
"They're gaining on us," I whispered, my eyes darting to the side mirror. My breathing was shallow, jagged. Every time an SUV swerved toward us, I felt my stomach drop.
