Cold metal pressed into my side from the back seat, making me jerk. “Eyes forward. Keep driving. I’d hate to put a bullet in your spleen.” It was more snarl than voice. But it wasn’t male. I tried to turn to see who it belonged to, because there was something slightly familiar about it. But the metal object jabbed into my ribs. “I said eyes on the road, slut. Or maybe I’ll go for your heart right here and now.”
MARA???
