Warning Shot

Cora.

The car screeched to a halt as the indicator showed a decrease of pressure in the tyres. I was on my own. I had no one to help me and if I didn’t act fast, I was going to die. I couldn’t let that happen. As another bullet hit my car, I dialled Rocco's number with shaky hands. The shooters were coming closer. I wasn’t sure if it was an accurate number, but I was able to count up to four of th