Her hand shot up, knocking the gun out of the man's grip before he could turn it back on her. It clattered somewhere near the floor mat. She drove her fist into his face, hard enough to send his head snapping sideways.
The man on her other side grabbed for her, and she slammed her elbow into him with everything she had. He grunted, folding just enough for her to twist away.
The driver shouted. "Hold her!"
The car behind them screeched past, a blur of black metal and fury, cutting across the road as if hell itself had taken the wheel.
Inside her car, everything turned to chaos. The men scrambled to get a bearing of themselves as they defended themselves against Veronica.
The car sped past them. Then it made a vicious one-eighty turn in the middle of the deserted street, tires screaming. The men in her car barely had time to curse before it came charging back at them.
"Oh, fuck," one of them breathed.
