Her Arrival

CHAPTER 13|Caught.

Shit, shit, shit!

We're getting chased by like 3 police cars and we're totally lost, what the fuck.

"Azalea, slow the fuck down!" Elliot screams, horror plastered on his face.

"Giovanni is scary as shit, I ain't getting into trouble with the fucking police, Elliot. We'll be fine." I say, relaxing into my seat.

I grip onto the steering wheels harder.

Trees blur by.

I swerve onto an empty road, additionally gaining about 10 more cars on me.

"They're calling for back up Azzy, just pull over!" Elliott observes, panicking even more.

Adrenaline pumps through my blood.

I sigh and watch the roads for any other cars, all whilst keeping a close eye on the road.

I take a random left, and just my luck, it's a busy road.

I swerve past cars, doing my best to loose them and to make sure this isn't our last day on earth.

"Azalea.. apparently they have a helicopter above us.. and we're all over the news.." he says, gripping on his phone so it doesn't slip from the immense speed were going at.

My eyes widen.

Fuck, we're so so so so damn dead.

You think he'll give the same punishment Stefano did?

Not time to panic, Azalea.

I grip the steering wheel even harder, taking random lefts, rights and straights too.

These police are so damn stubborn.

I speed down the roads, passing by every car, just barely hitting them.

I press down on the gas, speeding down another empty road.

I look at my side mirror and notice they're less cars than before.

One by one,  I start to loose them.

I sigh and slow down the car, eventually pulling over in some isolated place.

I bury my head into my palms and sigh.

The sound of Elliott's heavy breathing echos around the car.

"We, are so fucking dead, Azalea."