"Can you drive?" Leonardo asked, panting. I nodded my head.
"Good, go then," He ordered, fastening his seatbelt. Haphazardly fumbling through the center console bin, he pulled out two new revolvers, already fully loaded. I pressed the gas hard and the moment we neared the exit, it started again. The relentless firing. I don't understand. Why do they need so many people for one bloody man? What a stupid bunch of morons.
"Duck Amara," Leo shoved me down as the glass on the wind shield splintered into million pieces. The car made a groaning, screeching noise, jamming straight into the wall as I lost control of the steering. The jerking knocked my brains out.
"Come on....," Leo hissed, pulling me up. "Drive... as fast as you can. I will stall them. Go," I nodded and reversed the car bef
