smiled. “No, well, not exactly. It sounds different than
it looks. It’s pronounced Beshiktash. The line under the letter ‘s’ is
pronounced with a ‘ sh ’ sound. So Beşiktaş
is pronounced Beshiktash.”
“Oh, okay,” he said.
As they were about to hop into her two-door ten-year-old blue
BMW, a black SUV with tinted windows was coming at them head on. Jennifer’s car
was parked next to a stone wall that supported the
raised terrace of the restaurant that they just finished up having dinner at.
The SUV was traveling fast. They could hear the engine revving as it gunned the
throttle towards them. In a split second move, Jonathan grabbed Jennifer and
pulled her aside just in time as the SUV knocked out the side-view mirror of
the car and rammed into the driver door of the car behind them before speeding
off.
“What the hell !? ” she yelled. They
were both breathing hard as they looked back at the SUV as it slammed on its
breaks and spun back around. This time it was coming at them even faster.
“Hurry up, give me the keys!” Jonathan yelled at her. A few
people had gathered atop the terrace and looked down at the SUV as it gunned
its engine back towards them. Jonathan was in a panic. “Shit! Come on.”
This time as the SUV approached, It lowered its passenger window and Jonathan could see the barrel of a silencer as
an olive-skinned man with silver aviator lenses pointed it towards them and
fired. Jonathan pulled her down behind the car just in time as the gunshots
grazed them and the slugs lodged themselves into the wall behind them.
“Shit!” Jennifer yelled. The people on the terrace above
screamed, and the SUV gunned passed them again. “Here… here are the keys!” she
yelled and threw the keys at him. He ran to the driver’s side door, breathing
heavy. He was in a panic. What the hell was going on?
Someone was trying to kill them. Someone was after them. They knew he was
there. They knew where she was.
He threw the car into gear and reversed hard into the car
behind them, a sound of crunching steel erupted as the two cars slammed into
one another. Then, he threw the car forward and lurched out of the very tight
parking spot against the stone wall as he hit the car
in front of them just to get out of the parking spot. Jonathan gunned the
engine of the compact BMW as the SUV headed straight towards them in the narrow
strip that was encased by parked cars on both sides. They were playing chicken on
that small side road, and Jonathan could hear the thumping beat of his heart in
the back of his throat. He could feel the dampness seep into his hands as he
gripped the steering wheel at 10 and 2 o’clock. He pushed the throttle down
harder and the car lurched forward towards the SUV.
As the two vehicles approached one another, the man pulled
out his gun from the driver’s side window and fired towards them. Jonathan
pushed her head down and ducked below the steering wheel as the gun shots rattled through the windshield. Five shots made
their way into the car as it neared them. Jonathan careened into the parked
cars on the right side of the street, against the stone wall ,
and both cars crunched into one another as they sped by in opposite directions.
“Oh my God! Shit! Are you okay? Talk to me. Are you okay?” he
asked. He was in a panic and breathing harder than ever. His knuckles had
turned white and his heart dropped into his stomach as he gripped the steering
wheel with dear life.
She was bleeding from her shoulder. He could see the blood
coming out of her, and he started cursing. “I’ve been shot,” she said. She
spoke ominously, as she looked at her shoulder to see the blood. She was in a
state of shock.
“We have to stop the bleeding he yelled.” He was trying to
pay attention to her as he navigated the car through the side road. When he
came upon the exit into the major thoroughfare that ran along the ocean, he slammed
on the breaks spun the car left, then right into the lane,
it looks. It’s pronounced Beshiktash. The line under the letter ‘s’ is
pronounced with a ‘ sh ’ sound. So Beşiktaş
is pronounced Beshiktash.”
“Oh, okay,” he said.
As they were about to hop into her two-door ten-year-old blue
BMW, a black SUV with tinted windows was coming at them head on. Jennifer’s car
was parked next to a stone wall that supported the
raised terrace of the restaurant that they just finished up having dinner at.
The SUV was traveling fast. They could hear the engine revving as it gunned the
throttle towards them. In a split second move, Jonathan grabbed Jennifer and
pulled her aside just in time as the SUV knocked out the side-view mirror of
the car and rammed into the driver door of the car behind them before speeding
off.
“What the hell !? ” she yelled. They
were both breathing hard as they looked back at the SUV as it slammed on its
breaks and spun back around. This time it was coming at them even faster.
“Hurry up, give me the keys!” Jonathan yelled at her. A few
people had gathered atop the terrace and looked down at the SUV as it gunned
its engine back towards them. Jonathan was in a panic. “Shit! Come on.”
This time as the SUV approached, It lowered its passenger window and Jonathan could see the barrel of a silencer as
an olive-skinned man with silver aviator lenses pointed it towards them and
fired. Jonathan pulled her down behind the car just in time as the gunshots
grazed them and the slugs lodged themselves into the wall behind them.
“Shit!” Jennifer yelled. The people on the terrace above
screamed, and the SUV gunned passed them again. “Here… here are the keys!” she
yelled and threw the keys at him. He ran to the driver’s side door, breathing
heavy. He was in a panic. What the hell was going on?
Someone was trying to kill them. Someone was after them. They knew he was
there. They knew where she was.
He threw the car into gear and reversed hard into the car
behind them, a sound of crunching steel erupted as the two cars slammed into
one another. Then, he threw the car forward and lurched out of the very tight
parking spot against the stone wall as he hit the car
in front of them just to get out of the parking spot. Jonathan gunned the
engine of the compact BMW as the SUV headed straight towards them in the narrow
strip that was encased by parked cars on both sides. They were playing chicken on
that small side road, and Jonathan could hear the thumping beat of his heart in
the back of his throat. He could feel the dampness seep into his hands as he
gripped the steering wheel at 10 and 2 o’clock. He pushed the throttle down
harder and the car lurched forward towards the SUV.
As the two vehicles approached one another, the man pulled
out his gun from the driver’s side window and fired towards them. Jonathan
pushed her head down and ducked below the steering wheel as the gun shots rattled through the windshield. Five shots made
their way into the car as it neared them. Jonathan careened into the parked
cars on the right side of the street, against the stone wall ,
and both cars crunched into one another as they sped by in opposite directions.
“Oh my God! Shit! Are you okay? Talk to me. Are you okay?” he
asked. He was in a panic and breathing harder than ever. His knuckles had
turned white and his heart dropped into his stomach as he gripped the steering
wheel with dear life.
She was bleeding from her shoulder. He could see the blood
coming out of her, and he started cursing. “I’ve been shot,” she said. She
spoke ominously, as she looked at her shoulder to see the blood. She was in a
state of shock.
“We have to stop the bleeding he yelled.” He was trying to
pay attention to her as he navigated the car through the side road. When he
came upon the exit into the major thoroughfare that ran along the ocean, he slammed
on the breaks spun the car left, then right into the lane,
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