97 A NARROW ESCAPE

“Oh my God!” Anna screamed as Davis turned a corner and pressed his foot against the accelerator. What the hell? Why are we being chased by people using guns? Shit! Shit! Shit! If I don't die from getting raided with bullets, then I'm surely going to die from Davis speeding so much. “Slow down!” She yelled as he accelerated. “How do you expect me to slow down when we're being chased and shot at?” He yelled, increasing the speed as he tried to put a lot of distance between him and the car that was chasing them. “If you want me to slow down, then you must be ready to die.” “Why are they chasing us?” She cried. “Oh lord! I'm not ready to die yet. I came to Italy to have fun not to die— Holy shit!” She yelled when the bullets continued flying through the car. “Can you drive?” He asked her. “W-what?” She stuttered, trying to make sense of what he was saying. “I asked a question, Anna, answer me. We don't have all day,” he told her as he turned another corner. She st