Dex reacted instantly, slamming on the gas as he swerved into the center lane. We narrowly missed a little maroon Buick, whose nasal sounding horn blared down the highway.

Before the vehicle could fully regain its balance, Carson lifted herself out the minivan and onto the ledge of the window. My heart stuttered a few beats as I heard the deafening sound of a gun being shot.

Bullets peppered the dark colored SUV that drove along side of us. They swerved to the right, but it seemed we weren't the only ones with a bullet proof vehicle. The SUV veered right, trying to run us onto the shoulder.

"Fuck." Carson snarled, tearing the visor off her head and chucking it out the window. "They're boxing us in. If you don't act fast, Dex, we're screwed."

When Dex's grip on the steering wheel turned white knuckled, I knew I wasn't going to like what happened next. Dex lifted his head and eyed the four of us in the rearview mirror, his eyes straying to me last.

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