Getaway Cars

Getaway Cars
Engines roared down the slick, dark street, headlights cutting wide arcs through the night. Three black sedans barreled forward, tires roaring against the asphalt, until the one in the lead slowed abruptly.

Up ahead, a car had plowed head-on into a streetlight, its front end crumpled like paper.

The La Rosa Nera soldiers braked hard, their own cars jolting to a stop a short distance away. The night fell eerily quiet except for the ticking of cooling engines. Doors swung open in unison.

The men stepped out—red suits, heavy boots, guns already in their hands. They fanned out in a loose semi-circle, advancing slowly.

Boots crunched on broken glass. Muffled breaths misted in the cold air.

The closest man approached the wreck, weapon raised, eyes sharp. He yanked the back door open.

Nothing.

His brows drew together in confusion. He moved to the front passenger side, ripped it open just to see nothing but an empty car.

One by one, the others closed in, peering inside, the disbelief spreading from face to face.

“Niente…” one muttered, scanning the shadows.

“They were right here,” another growled. “Where the fuck did they go?”

Someone cursed under their breath in rapid Italian. The streetlight buzzed overhead, throwing pale light across the empty car.

Finally, the leader spat on the ground. “We lost them. Boss isn't gonna be happy.”

The frustration was palpable—men glancing around, shoulders tense, before they reluctantly backed away, retreating to their own vehicles.

—

The night air here was quieter, calmer, though Alessandro still drove like he didn’t trust it. The tires of their “new” car rolled into the gravel driveway of the safehouse.

Diamond was out before the engine fully died, practically jogging toward the front door. Her pulse was still hammering, and she let out a shaky laugh.

“Holy shit,” she breathed, pressing a hand over her chest. “For a second, I thought we were gonna die back there.”

“To be honest,” Alessandro said, stepping out and shutting the door with a thud, “me too.” He smirked like he was trying to play it off, but his eyes were still sharp from adrenaline.

Diamond shook her head, pointing at him. “Using another car to get away? Genius idea.”

Alessandro dipped his head with a smug grin on his face. “Well thank you.”

“Sandro, don't try to take credit,” Gabriele shot back, slamming his door harder than necessary. “That was my idea.”

Alessandro raised both hands in defense, still walking toward the door. “I never said it wasn’t. Besides you didn't explicitly state the idea back there, you just implied it.”

“Don’t see how that changes anything,” Gabriele snapped, his glare sharp enough to cut glass. 

“Okay, fine,” Alessandro rolled his eyes, accepting defeat. “If it wasn’t for you, we’d all be dead right now. Either from the crash or from La Rosa Nera putting bullets in our heads.”

\[FLASHBACK\]

Headlights blared toward them, blinding and fast. Alessandro’s hands were on the wheel, but his eyes had flicked to the side for just one second.

Before the incoming car could smash into them, Gabriele lunged, both hands gripping the steering wheel over Alessandro’s, yanking it hard. The vehicle swerved violently.

Metal crunched as their car slammed into the streetlight. Airbags exploded with a hiss, seatbelts snapping tight across their chests. The smell of burnt rubber and hot metal filled the air.

“Everyone okay?” Diamond coughed, pushing hair from her face.

“No,” Gabriele muttered, “but thank God we were wearing seatbelts.”

Alessandro climbed out, checking the front end with a low whistle. “Yeah, this car’s trashed.”

“And it’s your damn fault!” Gabriele barked, getting out the car with Diamond. “Who the fuck looks away from the road when they’re driving?!”

“I didn’t—” Alessandro started, but was cut off by a voice.

“Oh shit! Are you guys okay? I’m so, so sorry, I—”

They turned to see a man jogging toward them. He looked like he was in his mid-thirties. A worried expression was carved into this face.

Alessandro waved dismissively. “Hey, man, no need to be sorry. It’s not your fault, but we literally don’t have time for this because there’s some really bad men chasing after us—”

“Sandro, shush.” Gabriele cut him off.

Alessandro slightly recoiled with a frown on his face, blinking rapidly at Gabriele. “What the—don’t fucking shush me!”

“Shh.” Gabriele did it again, then gestured with his chin toward the man’s car parked a few feet away.

Alessandro’s gaze slid to the vehicle. Then back to Gabriele. His lips slowly curved into a knowing grin.

“You thinking what I’m thinking?” Gabriele asked.

“Oh yeah.”

Alessandro turned to the man, stepping forward. “Hey, excuse me—what’s your name again?”

“Fred.”

“Okay, Frank,” Alessandro said smoothly, “this is a life or death situation, so I’d really appreciate it if you stepped away from the car.”

Fred’s brows knitted together in confusion. “Wait… what?”

Alessandro sighed, rolled his eyes, and in one swift motion, pulled out his gun, pressing it against the man’s forehead. “Do I need to repeat myself?”

\[FLASHBACK ENDS\]

Diamond smirked faintly, shaking her head at the memory. “So… it actually worked.”

Gabriele grinned. “Well I don’t see La Rosa Nera following us, do you?”

Okcey they made it into the safe house living room, they finally exhaled a breath they didn't know they'd been holding. Diamond and Gabriele all but collapsed onto the couch. Gabriele on one end, Diamond in the middle.

Alessandro didn’t sit right away. He paced, pulling out his phone and dialing a number, then finally dropped onto the couch next to Diamond.

The line clicked.

“Serena,” Alessandro said, putting it on speaker. “Update. What happened after we left the hospital?”

Her voice was crisp but calm. “A few of their soldiers stuck around, but they left shortly after. Which means Enzo’s brilliantly crazy plan actually worked.”

Alessandro chuckled. “Tell Enzo I said he can keep his balls… for now.”

Marco’s laugh came from somewhere in the background. “Hey Enzo, you hear that?”

“Oh piss off, Marco,” Enzo’s voice shot back.

Diamond bit her lip, stifling a laugh. Gabriele let out a sharp chuckle. Even Alessandro’s lips twitched upward.

“Stay there for now,” Alessandro told Serena. “Lay low and keep a close eye on Adriano at all times. Let’s see how this plays out if we wait a couple days.”

“Yes, sir.” Serena replied.

“And keep me updated on his condition.”

“Sure.”

The call clicked off.

After that it was just… quiet. For quite a while, an awkward silence hung heavy in the room, the kind that made you aware of your own breathing.

Finally, Gabriele glanced between them, breaking the silence. 

“So… what now?”