Chapter 264

MARCO WIPED DANNY'S BLOOD off on his jeans. He was hyper aware of everything. The shift of the air conditioner, the wind whistling through the cracked window, the smell of sweat.

"What the hell?" Danny yelled from the back seat.

He was fine, but the tumble to safety had scraped up his already raw face. Head wounds bled like a bitch, but Danny would be okay.

Fiona though...

Marco shoved his hand through his hair. He wanted to punch something. Scream. Cry like a baby.

"Marco," Felix snapped. He swerved through traffic.

"How far out are we?" he asked.

"A few minutes." Felix glanced at him, lips pressed tightly together.