Annihilate Me (Vol. 3) (The Annihilate Me Series) Read Free

safe?   Seriously, Alex?   Right now, nowhere is safe.”
    “That’s a bulletproof car.   Get back inside.”
    In my clutch, my cell buzzed, which sent a
jolt of fear through me.
    It could be Lisa , I
thought.   But I knew better.
    Behind me, I could hear Alex coming
closer.   Right now, I didn’t want
him anywhere near me, so I kept moving as I removed my phone and saw that it
wasn’t a text.   It was another
email.   I selected it, and my heart
went cold as I stopped to read the words on the screen.
    “What is it?” Alex said.
    I read it again.
    “What does it say?”
    I turned the screen around so he could
read it himself.
    “You’re going to die with him,” the email
said.   “Sooner than later, you’ll
both be dead.   Say your goodbyes
now, Jennifer.   Give him that last
kiss on the sidewalk.   You know,
while you still have the chance.   We’ll give you two a moment to do so before we blow you apart.”

 
 
 
 
 
    CHAPTER
THREE

 
    “They know we’re on the sidewalk!” I said
in terror to Alex.  
    I looked around us.   The people walking up and down the
sidewalk either ignored us completely or shot us sidelong glances, likely
because Alex had left the car door open and it was obvious that we were having
an argument.  
    I looked up the street, down the street,
across the street.   At this time of
night, traffic was relatively light on Fifth, but the bright headlights of those
cars traveling downtown made it difficult to see much of anything up the street
or across the street.  
    “Somewhere, right now, somebody is
watching us.”
    He took me by the arm.   “If that’s the case, then get back in
the car.   Don’t be stupid about
this.”
    As furious as I was with him, I had no
choice but to agree with him—being out here in the open was stupid.   The car was fifteen feet
away.   The back door was open.   Gun drawn, the driver stepped outside
the car so that the car—for the most part—protected him.  
    But not completely.   Not from all sides.
    The sight of the gun caused those on the
sidewalk to quicken their pace.   Some broke into a run.   I
saw eyes widen and lips part.   By
being on the sidewalk, I was putting everyone around me at risk.   I needed to get back into the car and
deal with Alex later, so I ducked my head and hurried into the car with him.
    We slid into the back seat.   Alex slammed the door shut behind us,
ordered the driver to get back inside and get us out of there.
    At that moment, the sound of a rifle went
off.   Instinctively, I jerked away
from the window just as a bullet slammed into it.   Glass spidered around it, though the window didn’t break.   Instead, it seemed to hold the bullet
in its clutch like a spider wrapping its next meal in a web of netting.   I heard myself scream, though it seemed
as if I was standing outside of myself.   Not quite there.   Not quite
present.   The bullet was in line
with my head.   Without this glass
and this bulletproof car, I would have been dead.
    The next several moments passed in a
blur.  
    Alex pulled me closer to him as the car
lurched into motion, cut into the traffic moving down Fifth, and sliced across
the street, where we nearly were struck by oncoming cars.  
    Horns sounded.   Brakes squealed.   Our car swerved recklessly forward.   Across the street, I saw another car—a black
car—starting to pull away from the curb.   We were heading directly toward it with such increasing
speed that our driver shouted for us to get down and to brace ourselves.
    He’s going to ram into
it....
    Alex took hold of my head and pressed it
into his lap before covering my body with his own.   The ensuing collision rocked us forward with such force that
I would have fallen off the seat and likely been seriously hurt if Alex hadn’t been
holding on to me so tightly.   Still, the jolt was significant enough that it strained my neck and I
felt something in my right shoulder give.
    Outside,