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.

that car to stop," the leader

about to crash into them. ’What a joke. With those cars, they’d never

stretch in the outskirts, the perfect place to deal with their

rang out,

a driver as Danielle, wasn’t to be trifled with. She deftly maneuvered

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

got interesting, she thought. Just then,

could finish, several more

immediately shot to his

replied in a steady voice, calmly assembling