Chapter 201: Brenden, Priscilla

Monday. Chicago, Illinois.

"WHERE THE FUCK DID they go?" Brenden twisted in his seat to stare at the eighteen wheeler that had narrowly missed crashing into them.

"Shit!" Nolan slammed on the brakes.

The SUV skidded then hit something, throwing Brenden forward. If it weren't for the seatbelt snapping tight, he'd have hit the dash.

"Mother fucker," he snarled.

He knew without looking this wasn't an accident. Blindly he groped for his weapon, pushing aside the dull ache from the collision.

Priscilla was back there where he couldn't see her and he knew she was the target. The one they wanted.

Brenden ignored the stabbing pain in his neck and lifted his too-heavy head to stare at two gunmen. Unlike the thugs from New Mexico these people were professionals. It was their gear, the weapons, how they held themselves. These were people on their level, and they'd kill Brenden before he could get to Priscilla.

"Grant? Riley?" Nolan said, his voice coming through the earpiece as well.