21. Gold Tooth And Humiliation.

Nicolette held her breath as she sat still in the car. Her eyes flicked to the side mirror—out of fear, out of hope that she had really escaped the men.

She had run from them, eluding them twice before stumbling upon this old man.

"You need to relax," the old man said. He had grey hair styled in a mohawk, a full-sleeve tattoo, with a single gold tooth that twinkled.

Despite his razz look, she had reached him for help because he was soft-spoken. "There's no way they'll catch us. I'm a badass driver."

A terrible driver. She wanted to scream but she held her tongue.

The car jerked erratically, and Nicolette clutched the seat belt strapped across her chest.

One thing was certain today—she was going to die.

Either by her father's hand when his men caught up to her, or by the reckless way this old man drove.

"Wow wow!" he exclaimed, his eyes widened with excitement, much to Nicolette's dismay.