Secrets Collide (Bluegrass Brothers)

face.
    “You’ll be dead in a minute, so I don’t think we have much to talk about except deciding how I should kill that bitch of yours. I wonder if Sergei will make her scream like her sister did.”
    Cy propelled himself over the center console and grabbed the wheel, turning it sharply. The car careened off the road and headed straight for a line of trees. He heard Gemma’s tires lock up as she slammed on the brakes back on the road. Cy shot an elbow backward and connected with Pinnelli’s face as he fought for control of the steering wheel. Pinnelli let go of the wheel with one hand and grabbed his eye. It was enough to allow Cy control of the wheel as he steered between the trees and into the field. 
    Pinnelli clenched his fist and slammed it into the back of Cy’s neck. His head shot forward and smashed into the steering wheel. Dropping his hands from the wheel, Cy rolled to the side and grabbed the palm of Pinnelli’s hand. With a quick twist, he felt it snap. Pinnelli howled in pain and slammed on the brakes. As the car spun in the field of grass, Cy was tossed into the passenger seat. He lashed out with his leg and hit Pinnelli right in his head. The man’s eyes rolled back and his arms dropped from the wheel as his body slumped forward in unconsciousness.
    “Cy! Oh my God, are you okay?” Gemma yelled as she ran to the stopped car.
    “It was a piece of cake. Didn’t you believe me when I told you I’d done this before?” He enjoyed the way her face scrunched in annoyance at his nonchalant tone.
    “Jumping from a truck at over seventy miles per hour, barely missing a tree line, and fighting for control of a car as you spin uncontrollably through a field is not something you've done before and which you will never do again. Do you understand me?” Gemma yelled as she put her hand on her hips and glared at him.
    “Yes, dear. And you're right. I haven’t done it exactly like that before. Last time it was on an ice road in Siberia so there were no trees.”
    “Oh, you stupid man.” Gemma swatted him and huffed past him to the man now groaning as he regained consciousness. “Hello, Arthur. Can you please tell me why my sister was killed?”
    Cy choked on his laugh and then sprinted around the car when Gemma reached into it. She grabbed Pinnelli by the lapels and brought her face to his. “You don’t have Sergei here to protect you, you piece of crap.”
    “Yet,” Pinnelli smiled through the blood trickling down the side of his face. “Five minutes from now is a different story. Then you’ll experience what your sister did. Tell me, will you beg for your life, too?”
    Gemma pulled back her fist and rammed it into his face right as Cy reached her. Cy placed his hand over Gemma’s left hand that was still gripping Pinnelli’s lapel. “You’ve done well. Wait in the truck a minute, sweetheart,” Cy told her as calmly as possible.
    “Forget that. I have an idea what I want to do with these high heels,” Gemma stared at Pinnelli with such hatred that he started to look a little less sure of himself.
    Cy was beginning to think he wasn’t needed. She was taking care of this all by herself. “Sounds interesting, doesn’t it, Artie?” Cy gave a low whistle as he looked down at Gemma’s shoes. “Four-inch spiked heels. I can’t wait to see what she has in mind.” Cy yanked hard on Pinnelli’s lapel and dragged him over the door and let him fall to the ground. “Now, if you don’t want to find out what she has in mind, you tell me what you meant about Sergei.”
    “I already told you. You’ll find out in three minutes.”
    “He’s here? Is your boss with him?”
    “Of course he is. He’s here to make sure you two never see morning.”
    “If we’re not going to see morning, then tell me why your boss had my sister murdered?” Gemma asked as it looked like she was getting ready to hit him with her heel if he didn’t answer.
    “Because she somehow connected the dots. She was only one dot away from identifying our boss. But don’t worry, honey, you’ll see your sister in about two minutes.”
    Cy beat Gemma to the punch, literally, with a solid punch to his jaw. Pinnelli’s mouth pinched and he spit out a tooth.
    “Who’s your boss?” Cy demanded.
    “Like I’d tell you. He’d kill me.”
    “I’ll kill you myself if you don’t.” Gemma quickly reached behind Cy and pulled out his gun.
    “Gemma, do you know how to use that?” Cy asked quietly.
    “No, I