“God, I did not want to have to do this.” My heart races as soon as the words leave his lips. The hairs stand up on my neck. My peripheral vision fades to a white blur as my body panics before my brain knows what the hell is happening. He brushes a hand through his hair, exposing a tattoo of a skull with a bullet hole right beneath his hairline. Alarm bells explode inside my head. The man leans over and yanks something from the back of his pants. “Either you drive, or I’ll drive,” he says calmly.
