Chapter 54 Rhys
Rhys
AQuinlan Empire Hummer sails by in the northbound lanes with a rocket launcher. The first car explodes into a searing orange mushroom cloud. The shockwaves punch the air, smacking the side of the bird. Metal and glass shrapnel escape the dust cloud like black confetti.
The second car jerks sideways to avoid the fireball and skids right into an overpass column doing one hundred miles an hour. It crushes like an accordion. There is no way anyone survived either crash.
Jaysus fucking Christ. This is the worst shell game ever.
“Bloody hell,” Balor mutters, watching the crash from his drone. “Didn’t expect that much firepower.”
Lachlan’s mouth curves into a dark grin. “That’s the Quinlans for you.”
When car three skids to a complete stop, despite being on a highway, my chest loosens.
“Let’s play chicken with that driver,” Lachlan says.
The helicopter dips, dropping fast with its nose tilting to a forty-five-degree angle.
“They’re stopping. She has to be in there!” I roar, already unbuckling. “Fucking Kosta better be in there, too.”