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Looking into my rearview mirror, I see strange lines at the corners of my eyes.
Is it a smile that causes those? It must be.
I’ve always been told I look younger than my actual age because of the lack of those very lines. I’ve also figured that’s why I could do my job so well. Besides my tattoos, I don’t have any distinguishing marks.
Which I rarely show, unless I trust someone or if they’re about to die.
I like showing them then because one should always see angels or demons before their death.
I’ve killed both kinds.
Looking beyond myself in the mirror, I note a concern. There’s a silver BMW with blacked out windows directly behind me.
It’s on my ass like I fucked the driver’s sister.
Perhaps they’re wanting to get around me?
The hairs on the back of my neck tell me different, though.
Pushing down on the accelerator, I move into the passing lane then whip my car over in front of some SUV.
When the silver car pulls directly in behind me and noses its front bumper close to my back bumper, I slam on my brakes.
The back of my car takes the brunt of the rear end, just like my neck would have if I wasn’t prepared for it to happen.
Slamming on my gas pedal, I pull away from the BMW and cut off some fucker in the fast lane.
My phone starts ringing.
Pushing the connect button on the dashboard touchscreen, I ask with a smile plastered on my face, “Yes?”
Simon’s voice comes through the speakers. “I just detected a collision in your car.”
“Ah yes,” I say, and my voice comes out in a slight stutter when I get slammed again. “Now is really… not… the time to be chastising my driving habits or reminding me of our insurance premiums.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” Simon snaps at me.
“One minute,” I say and look around. “How far to the most loosely populated area? I need—”
A hail of gunfire cracks across the back of my Audi.
Well shit, there goes any hope of this simply being road rage.
“Was that gunfire?” Simon hisses.
“Perhaps,” I say, hedging on whether to tell the truth or not.
It did cross my mind ever so briefly that this is a team sent out from my own family over whatever the concerns are with Eden.
I’ve always trusted my brotherhood, but blind loyalty is foolish.
Simon’s call helps assure me this isn’t them. Why else would he call and ask about the collision?
Another stream of gunfire hits my car and I’m forced to say, “It doesn’t appear to be a simple road rage issue.”
“I’m tracking your location now,” Simon says. “I’ll have assistance to you as soon as possible.”
“No worries.” I chuckle. “Just get me a location I can have fun at without drawing too much police attention.”
