DOMINIC
If I didn't die today because of William's driving, then I probably wouldn't die until I was old enough to do so.
He was driving at 160 km/h, barely listening to me yelling for him to slow down. Of course, he was enjoying it. It had been a long time since he raced like this, and he was clearly using the moment to make up for lost time.
"You're really bad for my heart!" I grunted, gripping the handle above the door while my heart thundered in my chest. I kept my eyes on the road as we flew past other cars.
I was at least grateful we were the only ones in the vehicle. If something happened, it would only be on us and not some innocent person who had no idea what was going on.
"I'm trying to save you," he replied. "You could at least thank me."
"Save me by throwing me through the windshield," I said sarcastically. "And yes, thank you, Langford. I didn't know you hated me this much."
The sharp crack of gunshots cut through the air just as I finished speaking.
