Chapter 63 Gianna

• I was terrified. The car was following us, it had to be. Not to mention the fact some fucker had shot at us. It was Dalton. It had to be. I didn’t know anybody else who would want to shoot me… or I’d like to think I didn’t. I hadn't done anything to piss anyone off that much. The only person holding a grudge against me was Dalton. He was after me, we knew that, so it seemed logical the shot had been him. But shooting? It seemed so drastic. Did he want to kill me? Make this final?
• I had wasted no time in getting away from the parking area when Mason had told me to leave. We needed to get away. I did not want to sit around and allow them to try to shoot at us again. Mason had said they had been close the first time. What if the second time they hit us? I did not want to die. I did not want Mason to die because of me. No. I needed to do all I could to make sure we got away. But it was proving difficult with a car on my tail.
• A car that was taking the exact same turns I was. It was tailing me. And I did not know how to get away.