Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

Breaking the rear glass, we reached in, unlocking the
doors, and I came down on the two guys in front as Rika and
Will grabbed Winter and Michael.
Anderson and the other guy shouted and laid on the gas,
trying to move, but they were locked in, just bumping into our
cars in the front and behind. We had everyone out of the car
before they even had a chance to reach for their weapons.
Will sliced off Michael’s restraints, and Michael didn’t
wait a moment more. He whipped open the front passenger
side door and hauled himself up, shooting his legs into the car
and kicking the other guy in the face.
Will took Winter, climbed back in our SUV, and Michael
grabbed Rika, running for their car.
“Back at the house,” I told them. “I’ll send Crane.”
Rika nodded, Michael climbed into the driver’s seat, blood
seeping from his head, and they took off, swerving in a U-turn
and jetting past us.
I jumped in our car, pulling around in a circle and seeing
Anderson trying to start the car as we blew past.
I didn’t care if there were cops or if someone on the street
was calling them in right now. I wasn’t stopping until we were
safe.
I looked over at Winter, sitting in Will’s lap as he cut off
her zip ties, and I quickly scanned her face and clothes. She
still wore the same bloody jeans from yesterday when I’d been
bleeding all over her and Will’s hoodie. She didn’t look hurt,
except for some blood trickling from her lip, and nothing
appeared ripped like there had been a struggle. Her angelic
face and white-blonde hair looked like they’d been through the
ringer tonight, though. Eyes red while worry and upset creased
her face. I could tell she’d been terrified.
How the fuck did this happen? I wasn’t asleep long at the
hospital. They didn’t have her long, right? GGod, if they
touched her…
I quickly called Crane on Will’s cell.