Page 43 of Prettiest Little Thief (Band of Thieves #1)

My wife was a badass. She just needed to pull through whatever was going on in her pretty little head. And I knew the moment she did, because the car took off, tires sliding as we rounded a turn. We were almost out of the canyon.

I had looked back at the video footage of Monroe’s car chase with the police so many times. Her maneuvers were sloppy at best. But that was the fear she hadn’t overcome. She could handle this. She could handle anything.

Monroe Knight was a hell of a woman, and when we got out of this, I would worship her sexy little body to show her just how much I appreciated her.

In pain, I reached over to the window and pressed the button to roll it down. “Monroe, my gun.”

Her brown gaze flicked to the mirror for a second. “You’re nuts.” But she passed the handpiece off to me, and I positioned my weapon. Once there was a clear shot, I would aim to take out one of the tires to slow them down. With the winding turns, it would be difficult.

Evan continued shooting when he had an opening and had reloaded a couple of times already. None of them struck true.

Where the fuck was Fox ?

A straightaway was coming up, and I knew that would be my chance to take my shot. Lining it up the best I could with my injured arm, I pulled the trigger. The bullet grazed the fucking tire. Not enough to puncture.

“Fuck,” I said, sitting back in the seat, my gun on my knee. Searing pain poured into my shoulder and arm. My teeth were clamped together so hard, my jaw ached. Blood still oozed from my bullet wound, but the tourniquet had done its job. At least for a little while.

“Just let them have me. Lucas, you need to get to the hospital without Christian and Joseph being up our ass.” Sarah had a pained expression on her face. One of guilt.

“Screw that.” There was no way I was letting my little sister go back to that hell hole. “Keep driving, Monroe.”

“That’s what I planned on doing,” my wife said.

Christian and Joey gained on our bumper, coming within inches of hitting us. Monroe managed to break away from them just as we would have collided. We were reaching speeds that no one should, but this was a matter of life and death. Freedom and imprisonment.

Just as Evan and I both pointed our guns out the window again, the Bugatti jerked to the side, and the car hurtled off the narrow highway and tumbled down the hillside, disappearing.

The car with Fox, Evie, and Jericho came into view, where just seconds before, Christian and his brother were. Fox had fucking hit him and forced him off the road.

“Oh my god,” Monroe said. A sigh escaped her. “Should we… should we stop. Or maybe call someone?”

“No,” my sister and I both said in unison.

The lightheadedness that I had tried to stave off came back in with revenge. My vision began to blur, and Sarah’s voice started to come in and out through the haze. I shook my head, trying to clear my eyesight. But the edges started to blacken and narrow into a tunnel.

“Lucas?” Sarah sounded far away. “Lucas, stay awake.”