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“It’s all right, but he can’t do anything if we don’t stop.”

“Don’t bet on it,” Brett muttered as he watched the vehicle get so close he couldn’t see the headlights shining. “It’s a truck. I can make out that much, but not the driver.”

JoJo hissed in a breath when the truck hit the back of the Tahoe again. Brett sped up and glanced at her.

“I’m going to take off and hit the brakes. Hold on.”

“Okay.” JoJo held onto the handle above the door.

When Brett pressed the gas, he pulled away, and once he was a reasonable distance from the vehicle, he hit the brakes. He heard the tires squeal behind him, then the truck flew around them.

“Call Sam or Nevada. Anyone.”

JoJo removed her cellphone from her purse. As Brett listened, she explained to Nevada what was happening and disconnected.

“I called him because he’s closer. He said not to pull into the driveway and is on his way.”

“All right.”

They crested a knoll, and Brett hit the brakes when they saw the truck waiting for them on the two-lane road. He lowered his window and could hear the engine revving as the driver gave it gas.

Smoke rose from behind the truck as the tires spun on the blacktop.

“What is he doing?”

“Trying to scare us.”

“Well, he’s doing a damn good job at it,” JoJo said. “He’s an ass.”

“No argument from me, sweetheart.”

JoJo gasped when the truck approached them, but stopped before reaching them. He flipped his high beams up and down.

“I want to kick this motherfucker’s ass,” Brett growled.

The truck came at them again but passed them to go behind them. Brett pressed the gas and hoped like hell that Nevada was on his way.

“Shit,” Brett said, as he saw the lights coming up behind them again. This time, the truck didn’t let up as it approached. “Hang on.”

The pickup slammed into the back of them and spun the Tahoe around. JoJo screamed as Brett tried to hold the vehicle straight, but it had too much momentum and landed in the ditch and came to a jarring stop.

“Are you okay?” Brett asked.

“Yes. Where is he?”

Brett looked around. “I don’t know. He has to be ahead of us, though.”

“I’m so scared.”

“I know, baby. I know.”

“Is that him coming back?”

“Maybe it’s Nevada.”

It wasn’t. The truck came back but stopped beside them. Brett watched as the driver’s door opened. Stafford stepped out and ran to the passenger side of the Tahoe. Brett made sure the doors were locked.

“Get the fuck out, JoJo,” Stafford yelled through the glass.