A woman marries into a mafia family and engineers her own divorce to escape, believing she has finally outrun that dangerous world. But her husband refuses to let her go and puts a bounty on her head, turning her bid for freedom into a deadly chase.
Black. The first bullet hit the window. A spiderweb crack exploding across the bulletproof glass. I jerked the wheel with one hand, my other fumbling for my phone.
I dialed Donatello's private number. It rang for a full minute. No answer. I tried again.
And a third time, still nothing. He never missed my calls. Unless he was with Angelina. If no one was coming to save me, I'd have to save myself.
The moment I broke free, a bullet swore through the shattered window and into my left shoulder. A grunt of pain escaped me, but I bit my lip and held the wheel steady. When I was finally clear, I used the last of my strength to grab my phone and dial 911. I woke up to the smell of antiseptic.
Avril, you're finally awake! Chloe, my friend, rushed to my bedside, her eyes red. You've been out for three days. The doctor said you lost too much blood. I licked my dry lips and managed a weak smile.
Sorry to worry you. A nurse came in. Miss Marion, we're so glad you're awake. It seems there was an issue with your husband's contact information.
We haven't been able to reach him. Would you like to- Don't bother. I cut her off, my voice flat. We're divorced.
Just then, the door to the room was thrown open. Donatello stood there, his expression