Free Pursue (Portland Street Kings Book 3) by Evie Harper Page A

jolt. At the same time, I peer into the rearview mirror as Della swings around in her seat.
    My heart jackhammers against my chest as Della covers her mouth with her hand and speaks behind it, “Oh my god. How did they find us?”  
    Quickly, I glance from the silver Mercedes right on our ass to the road in front of me. “Fuck. I knew it. Motherfucker!” I growl and punch the steering wheel twice, hard.
    Della begins to ask me what I’m talking about when we’re both jolted forward again, this time harder than before.
    “They’re trying to run us off the road!” Della yells.  
    “We need to outrun them,” I state while pushing my foot down on the accelerator, almost all the way to the floor.  
    We pass two cars; however, the Mercedes is still close behind us, building up its own speed to keep up. My eyes are everywhere all at once, the back, the front, the side.  
    “Della, are you strapped in tight?” I demand with a loud voice.
    “Y-yes, I am,” she stammers.
    Pressure builds in my chest as the Dodge reaches speeds over the legal limit, dangerous for us both if the car were to crash at this momentum.  
    Glancing at the rearview mirror, looking for Paulie and not seeing the Mercedes, waves of panic thunder through my chest as Della shouts, “Dom, they're on your side!”  
    Swinging my head to the right, my eyes land straight on a sadistic, smiling Paulie in the driver seat and then an angry and bruised-faced Greg. Abruptly, Paulie yanks his steering wheel and their car smashes into my side of the car. The Dodge swerves left, heading straight for the cement block separating the highways.  
    Della’s scream pierces the air and her body braces for a hit.  
    With both hands, I turn the steering wheel right and then left, furiously trying to straighten us as we swerve all over the road.
    Finally, I rectify our direction and take back control over the Dodge. With one quick glance back at Paulie, I notice the annoyance on his features that he didn’t cause us to crash.  
    “Holy Hell,” Della whispers with bulging eyes and rasping breaths.  
    “We can’t outrun him on the highway,” I declare while stretching my neck, looking for what’s coming up ahead. I see green signs meaning a turnoff is coming up. There are three cars in front of us; they’re coming up to the exit.
    “What do we do then?”  
      “Hang on to the door handle and the seat, baby. This ride is about to get a whole lot bumpier,” I instruct as a plan formulates in my mind.
    “Dom,” Della says firmly.  
    Staying in the left-hand lane, I push the accelerator all the way down to the floor. We easily pass car one out of the three.  
    “What are you going to do?” Della rushes out in a panicked tone as the car speeds up. She grasps a tight hold of the door handle and seat. That’s my girl. Prepare.
    Paulie's Mercedes has no choice but to pull into the left-hand lane behind us to keep up.  
    Peeking down at the NOS button on the steering wheel, I both thank Mickey for lending us his car and also pray it has NOS in it. I never thought to check. I didn’t think it would come down to a race on a highway.  
    “Don’t do anything stupid. I don’t want to die today, Dom,” Della shouts at me, obviously seeing my thumb hovering over the button.  
    We pass car two.  
    “Do you trust me, Della?” I ask, holding my breath waiting for her answer. From the corner of my eye, I watch as her gaze swings to me, her eyes wide with fear.
    “Come on, Della, answer me! This could be our only hope. Do you trust me or not?” I shout as we come up to the rear end of the third car. Time is running out.  
    “I don’t know!” Della screams, looking wildly from Paulie to me, and the road in front of us.  
    “Della, I need an answer,” I yell as the exit to Mt. Vernon approaches.  
    Shaking her head, her hair flying all around her face, Della bounces her feet angrily and shouts, “Yes. Yes. I trust you!”
    I grin, stretching my