I flipped off the other car and caught the callous glare of a dark haired man behind the wheel. There was another blond man next to him and I could see a smile pull across his face that probably matched mine. It was a smile that reeked of determination.
I found the Zippo in my pocket along with my cigarettes and pulled one out of the pack with my teeth, striking it and inhaling once before reaching behind the back of my seat and stretching to find what I needed. The men closed in on me, attempting to sandwich me.
I slammed on the break and the van wobbled back and forth as the tires screeched and shuttered. The men pursuing me did the same but before they could sandwich me in again, I cut the wheel to the left and slammed into the back end of the first blond's car. I saw his head whip around and stare at me, a laugh on his lips. Yeah, laugh it up, mother f*cker.