Free A Preacher's Passion by Lutishia Lovely

placing it near Kelvin’s crotch.
     
    Robin grabbed the gun, her mind in a frenzy. “What, you tryin’ to shake me? You tryin’ to lose a muthafucka?” she yelled at the Jaguar. “I told you that I was gonna get your ass. I told you!” Robin pressed the gas pedal down as far as it would go, and zoomed around the slow-moving semi that had temporarily hidden her from view. Thinking she might lose them again, Robin stuck her left hand out the window and tried to aim the gun at the Jaguar. Being right-handed, trying to use her left one was a risky proposition; her shot hit the side mirror of an unfortunate SUV. Robin continued firing wildly, her car wobbling as she tried to aim, drive, and shoot.
    “Dammit,” Robin exclaimed, even as drivers around her reached for cell phones to dial 911.
     
    Kelvin and Princess were oblivious to the crisis they thought they’d outrun. Kelvin slowed down, tilted his body into a mean lean, kept one hand on the steering wheel and placed the other one back on Princess’s leg.
    “Where are we going? I’m hungry,” Princess asked.
    “Um, me too,” Kelvin replied with a mischievous grin.
    “Shut up,” Princess said playfully, batting Kelvin’s hand away from her breast.
    The hip-hop track that had been bouncing off the car’s interior came to an end, replaced by the sounds of horns honking. Both Kelvin and Princess looked around, finally realizing that LA traffic was crazier than usual. Cars were speeding around them, or pulling over. Kelvin looked in the rearview mirror and saw the reason why.
    “Is that a gun?” Kelvin shouted.
    “What? Where?” Princess screamed back at him, looking around.
    At the exact moment Princess screamed, Robin’s wheels locked. Panicked, she dropped the gun and grabbed the wheel with both hands, unsuccessfully trying to regain control. The gun skidded off the asphalt, under several cars, and would later be recovered by the LAPD. The Dodge skidded in the opposite direction, clipping the back end of a pickup truck and doing a one-eighty before flipping over twice and coming to rest upside down in the freeway’s center lane. Miraculously, the SUV with the shot-out mirror and the rear bumper of the pickup truck were the only cars affected by Robin’s erratic actions. The only cars except the one now resting, tires still spinning, on its hood.
    Kelvin’s leg shook so badly he could hardly press the gas pedal and get the Jaguar to the side of the highway. Once he pulled over, he put the car in park, turned off the ignition, and sat with his forehead pressed to the steering wheel. His heart raced, as did his thoughts as he tried to come to grips with what he’d just witnessed.
    Princess stared straight ahead, motionless as a statue. Time seemed to stand still as the surreal scene of the grizzly accident repeated itself in both their minds. Within minutes, the sound of sirens cut through the hazy silence, shaking both Kelvin and Princess out of their trancelike states.
    “That was some crazy shit,” Kelvin said, his voice barely above a whisper.
    “I saw it, but I can’t believe it,” Princess whispered back. “What was wrong with that person?”
    “I don’t know,” Kelvin answered, while wondering if he’d really seen a gun when he looked in the mirror.
    “Did you really see a gun?” Princess asked, reading his mind. “Maybe it was some gang stuff going on.”
    “I don’t know what it was,” Kelvin responded, finally calm enough to restart the engine. “But I just thank God we weren’t any closer. It could have been us flipped upside down.”
    “Yes,” Princess whispered. “Thank God.” She looked back to see an ambulance, fire truck, and several police cars surrounding the overturned car.
    Kelvin watched as well, and saw firemen and medical personnel looking into the windows of the badly battered vehicle. “Man, whoever that is will be lucky to get out of there alive.”
    Princess looked back one more time as Kelvin steered the