Chapter 15 - The Trap
Two days later, the illusion of safety shattered again.
It was a sunny Tuesday afternoon.
I was driving the armored SUV, taking the boys to a private park on the edge of the city.
Two security cars followed closely behind us.
The boys were singing loudly to the radio, high on sugar from the ice cream we just bought.
I checked the rearview mirror, smiling at the chaos.
Then, I noticed it.
A heavy black truck had pulled between my car and the front security detail.
Another identical truck suddenly merged behind me, cutting off the rear security guards.
They were boxing us in.
My juvenile detention instincts kicked in instantly.
"Boys," I said, my voice sharp and loud enough to cut through the music.
"Put your seatbelts on tight. Right now."
Evan stopped singing immediately.
He recognized the tone.
He reached over and checked Luke's buckle, then Noah's.
"What is it, Nia?" Caleb asked, his voice trembling slightly.
"Just a game," I lied smoothly.
"Hold on."
The truck in front of me suddenly slammed on its brakes, trying to force me to stop on the deserted stretch of road.
I didn't hit the brakes.
Adrian had taught me how to drive this beast of a car.
It weighed three tons and had a reinforced steel bumper.
"Brace yourselves!" I yelled.
I slammed my foot onto the gas pedal.
The SUV roared forward and smashed directly into the back corner of the truck.
Metal crunched loudly.
The truck spun out violently, crashing into the guardrail.
I didn't stop.
I swerved around the wreck, hitting ninety miles an hour as I broke out of the trap.
My phone rang.
It was Adrian's head of security.
"Nia, keep driving!" the guard shouted over the phone.
"We have the rear truck engaged. Get to the safe house!"
"Already on it," I said, my hands gripping the steering wheel until my knuckles turned white.
I looked in the rearview mirror.
All four boys were wide-eyed, but nobody was crying.
Evan looked at me, completely in awe.
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"You just rammed a truck," Evan whispered.
"Nobody messes with my kids," I breathed out, keeping my eyes glued to the road.
