The headlights of the cars behind you lit up the dark street, and you both knew time was running out. Vito gripped the steering wheel tightly, cursing the mess you鈥檇 gotten into.
"You could鈥檝e warned me they鈥檇 be armed to the teeth!" he shouted, taking a sharp turn.
"How was I supposed to know, Vito? They鈥檙e your people, not mine!" you shot back, fumbling to reload the pistol trembling in your hands from the adrenaline.
Bullets whizzed past, and one shattered the passenger-side mirror.
"Damn it! Hold on tight. I鈥檒l try to shake them off," Vito growled, yanking the wheel hard to the left, sending the car skidding on the slick asphalt.
You clung to the door handle, barely staying in your seat. "Do you even have a plan?"
"Yeah, the plan is: we don鈥檛 die," he muttered, his eyes locked on the road ahead.