Rum Mama: Driving Fast

It took a second for Amy to run around the car toward the driver’s side. Before getting in the car, Amy looked around one last time. It was a mistake. When Amy opened the driver’s side door and looked around, that’s when she spotted him.

She saw him standing on the hood of a parked car, watching her. Her body almost became paralyzed when she saw the hitman standing from a distance on the roof of the car like a statue. She knew Paul could see her from fifty feet away. He was looking dead at her.

The killer’s pristine black suit glistened beneath the parking garage’s lights. Amy got into the car, slamming the door and locking it. Her heart pounded against her throat. She knew Paul would make it up to the car in a few minutes, and she knew she would lose Azad if the assassin made it to the car in time.