MISSED BULLETS

I don't know since when, but being reborn into Jazzlin Ozza wasn't the easy thing I thought of before. My quiet life turned towards beating the flow through a life full of challenges.

Barra stepped on the gas to maximum speed. It was like surrendering to the angel of death.

"Hold on tight, Alia." I screamed with my face I no longer knew how the expression was. My hand squeezed the seat. All thoughts seemed to disappear.

Barra was relaxed even though he had repeatedly run red lights and I didn't even fucking care anymore what other problems we would face afterwards.

I was trying to looked at the rear-view mirror, two sedans still chased us, "Jazzlin, get the gun in my pocket!" Barra hinted at what was under his jeans jacket.

"What?" Barra also had a gun! I was suspicious from the start with everyone in these fucking families. "What do you want me to do?" I screamed still with my cold, shaking hands.<