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I slunk down on the floor next to the counter, my nerves completely raw. Fear, unlike anything I’d ever experienced tore through me like wildfire. Jago’s name came into my mind. What was I thinking? Was he doing this?

No. I couldn’t believe it.

My hands were shaking, but I finally managed to jerk my phone from the back pocket of my jeans. As I dialed his number, I prayed to every heavenly being I could think of that I was doing the right thing.

When I got his voicemail, I moaned, but there was no turning back.

“Jago. I need your help. The house has been compromised. I’m in danger.”

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CHAPTER 18

Jago

Storms.

They intrigued the hell out of me.

I enjoyed them, the more vicious the better.

Lightning flashed across the horizon, rain already coming down. Soon, the sky would open up and we’d be deluged.

The fucker actually believed he was going to get away.

From me.

“If he hits theautovias, we’ll lose him,” Kruz growled from beside me.

“Tell me something I don’t know.” The main thoroughfare was heavily trafficked and would prevent me from jackknifing his vehicle, which was what I intended on doing. I pressed down on the accelerator, now going over a hundred miles per hour in a residential area.

The Maserati I’d chosen to drive could easily handle the curves and should easily outrun the Mercedes. However, whoever was driving knew the roads too damn well.

I spun around another curve, barely avoiding hitting another vehicle head on. The beep of my phone indicated a message, but I didn’t care. The fucker was going down. I glanced into the rearview mirror. Both Navarro and at least two other vehicles were following. When Navarro took a side road, I knew he’d read my mind.

We would cut the bastard off.

Another curve.

Another push on the accelerator.

The engine purred like a lion as I shifted gears, spinning around another group of cars.

“Fuck. Where the hell did you learn to drive like this?” Kruz groaned.

“There are a lot of things you have no clue I’m good at.” I laughed softly even as the anger kept my full concentration.

No one fucked with my business and lived to tell about it.

One more corner and the asshole was forced to take a turn. He would head straight toward Navarro.

The driver realized his mistake at the last minute, slamming on his brakes as Navarro headed straight for him.

I swerved to the right, pushing the car once again until I managed to get in front of the jerk. The wipers were going full blast, but I was able to see clearly.

Navarro yanked his vehicle to the left just as I turned the wheel.

The driver had two choices. One was to crash into me and the other was to veer off. He chose the latter, slamming into a tree.