unForgivable (An inCapable World Novel Book 2) by Sara Hubbard Read Free Book Online

them. They settle when the wind does and Mickey rolls his hand through the air, motioning for me to hurry up.
    My door rattles on its hinges and I stop dead in my tracks. “They’re here.”
    Mickey barrels toward me, grabs me by my shirt and then drags me to the window. I hop over the windowsill to get outside. He follows my lead. Every step we take on the ladders to the alleyway below sounds like echoes in a canyon. I glance up to find Gerry Mills and Markus Simon sticking their heads out the window.
    “There they are!” one of them screams.
    Gerry climbs outside and I look away, trying desperately to pick up the pace. Every step we take my heart beats faster and faster and I swear I can feel it pulsing in my neck and chest. We get to the second floor and I climb around to the other side of the ladder and hang on tight as it lowers to the ground below. When I jump off, the ladder goes back up and Mickey is quick to hop on. But then he’s jumping off in mid-air before I can count to three.
    We run faster, faster than I’ve ever run before, and faster than I thought I could. Adrenaline is on my side, and yet I can’t keep up with Mickey and he’s pushing sixty. He grabs my arm and drags me forward. My breathing is labored and I can’t stop looking over my shoulder. I trip, falling over my feet, and Mickey helps to right me.
    His car is a few feet ahead of us and when I recognize it, I find the strength to push for another moment. Tires squeal in the distance and then get frighteningly close. As we climb in Mickey’s old car, Markus shows up in the end of the alley, revving his engine in a big, old truck. Oh, God. We’re trapped. But we’re not. Mickey floors the car in reverse, colliding with a garbage container with such force it rolls away to smash into the building adjacent to mine. Then we’re on the street and I don’t remember how we got here; it’s as if I’ve lost time. Cars swerve to avoid us, honking, while drivers scream at us through their open windows.
    Mickey pulls away, gunning it to race through a red light, almost getting us into an accident. When I turn to check if Markus is following us, two cars smash into one another, t-boned, one with a stop sign wrapped around its hood.
    I try to calm myself and control my breathing. Mickey is straight-faced, calm as usual. How the hell can he act as if this is just another day in the life for him? How is he not freaking out right now when one of the biggest crime families in the city has men out looking for him? And now me, too?
    A loud smash sounds and my ears throb with pain as a bullet whips by my head and connects with the windshield. A web of cracks spiral out from the hole. The back window is blown out and there are pieces of glass all over the backseat. Holy shit! I stifle my screams and hold my breath as the houses and trees and bushes whizz by us. Mickey pushes the accelerator to the floor and the engine roars. I grip my seat with my heart in my throat.
    “They’re gaining!” I cry, but Mickey isn’t concerned.
    Or is he? Mickey’s car flies down the dark road, swerving around turns and flying over bumps that have me reaching the roof when we land.
    “Take the wheel!” Mickey screams as he slides out of the window to sit on the edge of the door.
    “Mickey, no!” I lean over, try my best to put my foot on the accelerator while I work hard to steer from where I sit. My seatbelt is still on and I can’t slide over any farther, but I don’t want to take my belt off for fear that I can’t control the car.
    Bang!
    I hear a smash and an explosion as the sky is lit up behind us in the rear view mirror. I slow down, figuring they’ve lost the chase, and I remove my belt. But somewhere between my letting go and Mickey trying to climb back inside, we lose control and we fishtail before hitting the shoulder. Mickey takes the wheel. I curse loudly while he tries to yank the car back over to the road, but it’s too late. We bounce hard and the