Axel POV
“Dear goddess,” Mom gasps as we fly past the cars.
“Are we in the clear?” I ask, not daring to look back at this speed.
“Nope,” Dad sighs. “Keep going, there are still three cars behind us.”
“But four of ours are behind them,” Mom says excitedly.
I keep my eyes on the road as I continue forward. If it were not for my parents, I would have turned around and joined the fight. Dad surely will enjoy it, but Mom has never fought a day in her life. She never had to.
In the rearview mirror, I watch two cars closing in on me from the sides. They either want to box me in or one of them is going to attempt the PIT maneuver.
Alpha, we are right behind them, one of my men, Chris, mind-links me.
I’m going to slow down. Ram them from behind, I’ll get out of the way, I reply.
Just don’t
