Not A Small-Town Girl

After completing the job, they would head overseas to lay low. The reward would be enough to keep them comfortable for a good while.

Danielle watched the pursuit through the side mirror, her demeanor unruffled. "Slow down a bit, Juniper. Don’t lose them entirely."

Juniper caught on immediately and eased off the gas, deliberately messing with their pursuers by switching speeds in a disorienting pattern.

The cars behind struggled to keep up, narrowly avoiding collisions. Inside, the passengers were thrown about chaotically, curses flying with every jolt. One unlucky man in the backseat was thrown forward into the front seat, nearly knocking himself out.

"You idiot! Do you fucking know how to drive?" the leader of the group barked.

"It’s not my fault... That woman is doing it on purpose," the driver protested, feeling aggrieved.

them! Force that car to stop," the

about to crash into them. ’What a joke. With

ahead," Danielle said. They had reached a deserted stretch in the outskirts, the perfect place

she gave the instruction, a gunshot rang out, and one of the cars rammed

while not as skilled a driver as Danielle, wasn’t to be

got guns," Juniper said, her voice sharp. "They’re not just here to

intimidated, a glimmer of excitement lit Danielle’s eyes. "This just got interesting, she thought. Just then, Danielle’s phone

she could finish, several

shot to his feet.

in a steady voice, calmly