Losing Game

ARYA’S POV I had no idea where I was going. I just knew I had to get away. The GPS screen in the dashboard flickered to life. I jabbed at it with one hand while steering with the other, trying to pull up a map that would tell me where I was, how to get to… Where? The Vitale mansion? The police? I shook my head. I just needed to get somewhere, anywhere that wasn't here. So I pressed the coordinates of my family home and the screen flared to life. I laughed in relief, tears of joy springing to my eyes. “Yes!” "We're okay, Dante," I said again, more to convince myself than him. "We're getting out. We're-" BANG. Something hit the back of the car, jolting us forward and I screamed, swerving. When I looked at the rearview mirror, I saw him and my heart dropped. Marco had found another car, a bright red sportscar and he was crazily on our tail. His head was out the driver's seat, a shotgun in his hand. How many fucking guns did he have!? "STOP THE CAR!" His voice carried even over the engi