Free Tides of Vengeance (The Montclair Brothers Book 4) by Terri Marie

we have to jump through a window to get out, we’re leaving.” She looked at him sternly.
    “Deal, but it really is okay to relax. He’s harmless.” Brian patted her back.
    “Yes. Everyone who points a double-barrel shotgun at a woman and a kid is perfectly harmless.” Carrie wasn’t convinced one bit.
    “Come on.” Brian began to walk back over to Ralph.
    Carrie lowered her handgun, put the safety back on, and tucked it back inside her purse. She stretched her arm out and shook his hand. “We don’t want to inconvenience anyone. We just need to be pointed in the right direction.”
    “The folks in this town are pretty damned nosey, Miss. If you’re wanted, they’ll know. A cop and a kid can’t be that dangerous, so come with me. At any rate, Stella will love the company. She’s my wife.” Ralph bent down and picked up the empty shotgun. He walked to the back of the barn and picked up some of the bags. Carrie and Brian did the same, until all of their camping gear was collected.
    Once they reached the old Chevy pickup, Ralph placed the shotgun and bags in the bed of the truck, then Brian lifted the remaining gear, placing it on the opposite side of the truck bed. Ralph held the door open for Carrie to climb in, while Brian got in on the passenger side.
    As they drove, Ralph turned to Carrie. “I have a gun collection back at the house.”
    She turned to Brian as the hair on the back of her neck rose.
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    Sean tried to convince Elissa to let him drive the Equinox, but she wasn’t having any part of that. He climbed in the passenger side and buckled himself in. The look on her face showed nothing but determination, as she stepped on the gas, squealed her tires, sped through a yellow light, and hauled-ass down the main road.
    “You’re going to kill us,” he said, as he held onto the arm rest.
    “You need to learn to relax. Are you buckled up?” she asked without taking her eyes off the road.
    “Damn straight.” He thought he’d start hyperventilating at any moment. “You didn’t take our bags out of the back, did you?”
    “Yes. We’re going out of town, so I removed the bags. I’m not dumb.” She rolled her eyes at him.
    Sean knew that he was going to have his hands full. Elissa was beautiful, sexy, sweet…but crazy. He swore that she’d beat him if they ever arm wrestled. “Elissa, I don’t want to piss you off or anything, but the speed limit doesn’t hit seventy, until we’re on I-94. This is a 45 mph zone. You’re going to get nailed by the cops.
    “I’m not going seventy, and I’m not going to get pulled over. Relax.” She patted his hand and smiled. “I’m only going fifty.”
    When they got on the entrance ramp to I-94, Elissa gunned it, throwing him back in his seat. He was grateful that it wasn’t rush hour. “We’re away from Montclair Pharmaceuticals. You can slow down some now.” He tried to sound calm, but it was proving to be impossible.
    “How about this? If you gripe about my driving one more time, I swear to God, I’ll drop you off on the side of the road. The speed limit is 70, and that’s how fast I’m going.”
    Sean decided that the best thing to do was keep his mouth shut. When they drove onto US 23, Elissa set the cruise control to seventy, giving him a little more hope for not dying. Where she’d been keeping the real Elissa for all this time was beyond him, and if his brothers had witnessed the full display in the cafeteria, they were thinking the exact same thing. Vincent is probably still trying to pry his jaw off the floor. He looked over and noticed that the look of determination in her eyes had changed. Sean realized he didn’t know much about this woman at all. She certainly wasn’t just the shy secretary at Montclair Pharmaceuticals they all thought.
    “Are you feeling alright?” he asked cautiously, trying to test the water. He didn’t need to piss her off again while she was driving.
    “Not really. I’m pretty