The Hero She Deserves - Page 74

“Branko? Goran?” The man out front cursed.

Sawyer smiled. Parker had taken out the second man. Ivan Stankovic wasn’t a happy man.

As he watched, a shadow rose up behind the final hitman. Park wasted no time taking the man down.

There was a quick struggle, then it was over.

Park reappeared. “Let’s go.”

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Hollis huddled in the backseat of the truck as Sawyer drove down the winding road.

She glanced back over her shoulder. “No one’s following us.”

“Let’s hope it stays that way,” Sawyer said.

She couldn’t stop shaking. The hitmen had set fire to the cottage. She pressed a palm to her cheek. “I’m not worth all of this.”

Sawyer met her gaze in the rearview mirror. “Yeah, you are.”

Warmth bloomed in the cold filling her chest. She swallowed. “Where are we going?”

Parker sat silently in the passenger seat, texting on his phone. He looked up and the men shared a look. They had a silent way of communicating.

“The airport,” Sawyer said.

“The airport.” Hollis straightened. “Why?”

“The Norcross jet is still there,” Parker said. “It’s refueling now, and they’re expecting us.”

“We’re leaving Maui?”

Sawyer nodded. “It’s the safest option.”

She wrapped her arms around herself. “And where will we go?”

“San Francisco. Vander will be waiting for us.”

She leaned back against the seat. Okay, that didn’t sound bad. They’d be far away from her would-be assassins. And they’d have reinforcements.

It would be much safer for Sawyer.

Lights pierced the dark night behind them. She glanced back and saw a car driving down the road. It wasn’t speeding, but she leaned back, trying to get a better look. It was hard to see in the darkness. It looked like an older model car. She relaxed. It was probably just someone going somewhere in the middle of the night.

She’d just turned back to the front when she heard the roar of an engine. Suddenly, the car raced up beside them. A second later, it rammed into them.

Sawyer cursed.

Hollis gripped the seat. They were on a narrow stretch of road, flanked by trees on either side.

“Fucking hell,” Park muttered.

The car rammed them again. Suddenly, two of their wheels were off the road, the truck shuddering. Sawyer gripped the steering wheel, fighting for control. The car rammed them a third time.

They hit something, then they were rolling.

Hollis screamed. Everything became a terrifying blur. Metal crunched and glass shattered.