Stephanie's POV
The sun was still high, bright and hot, burning the city like it wanted to punish us.
I shot out of that dirty warehouse area with my car screaming. Tires smoked. My hands were slippery on the wheel from sweat and blood. My heart was banging so hard I felt it in my throat.
Cane's black SUV was right behind me. I saw his face in the mirror (eyes crazy, mouth tight, knuckles white on the wheel).
I laughed. A real, ugly laugh that hurt my chest.
Let's dance, baby.
First I took the main road. Four lanes full of afternoon traffic. Cars everywhere. I cut left, cut right, cut left again. Horns exploded like fireworks.
"Learn to drive, you crazy bitch!" one man shouted, face red.
I showed him my middle finger and floored it.
Cane stayed on me. Every time he got close, I braked hard. His car jumped to the side so he wouldn't hit me.
"Damn it, Stephanie!" I heard him roar even with windows up.
