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Chapter 576 Chaos

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Eric hadn't planned on being in the vehicle that was actually involved in the killing. He was supposed to be in the follow car, but he realized that he had to positively identify Tara. They couldn't take any chances on taking out the wrong woman.

Carlos said he'd done hits for the Mexican cartel. It should be easy for him. Eric had worked himself into a state of hate for Tara. It was the only way he could justify killing her in cold blood. It was her own fault she was going to die. She shouldn't have stuck her nose in things that weren't her business.

She was boring as hell so prim and proper. And she was about as sexy as a milk carton. Even if he liked women, he wouldn't have liked Tara. She was completely devoid of sex appeal. She'd wear low cut tank tops trying to look sexy. It was comical. He had to bite his lip to keep from laughing at her desperate attempts to seduce him.

Tara was also a shit surgeon. Carl told him that Tara was always botching surgeries and he had to cover for her. That worked out well for their business so that wasn't that much of a liability. It was a reason to keep her around because she provided unintentional inventory, but the snooping was too dangerous to overlook according to Carl. She had to go and really no one would miss her.

It was taking forever. Eric didn't think Tara would ever get into a position when they could run her down and then they went to the park. It was only a matter of time.

"Get into position," Eric instructed Carlos. "Now, hit her now!" Eric felt a rush of excitement as Carlos drove the van at Tara.

She dodged and Carlos seemed to pull the van to the left so it didn't hit her square in the middle. It knocked her down and there was a nice sickening thud when she hit the van, but he wasn't sure it was fatal.

"Turn around and hit her again you dumbass!" Eric yelled.

Carlos turned around and was getting ready to finish the job. Eric watched as Tara desperately tried to crawl out of the way like a bug when you spray it with bug spray. And then out of nowhere the windshield exploded with a crack of gun fire. Eric screamed. Carlos groaned once as a bullet tore into his chest followed by another bullet hitting his shoulder.

The van swerved. Eric grabbed the wheel trying to regain control of the van, but it was difficult from the passenger's seat and Carlos foot was still on the accelerator. Eric slammed the van into park bringing it to a jarring groaning stop. Carlos clutched his chest blood pouring out. Eric grabbed him and pulled him from the driver's seat, crawled over Carlos getting blood all over his clothes. He put the van in drive.

As he drove, there was more gun fire. He screamed again. He wasn't going to die attempting to kill Tara. He turned the van around and got the hell out of there.

He tried to be optimistic. They had injured Tara badly. It was possible she was either dead or going to be that way soon.