The streets of Istanbul whizzed by as the SUV sped through the night, darting through traffic at dangerous speeds. James was sitting in the front passenger seat, clutching his gun, his mind racing.
They had killed Idris. That alone was a victory.
But a price was paid to win this war and the Syndicate would have its revenge.
“Where are we heading?” Malik said as he reloaded his weapon.
“Safe house,” Arif said, his knuckles white on the wheel. “But we have a problem.”
James turned to him. “What kind of problem?”
Arif stepped harder on the gas. “We’re being followed.”
A Deadly Chase
James turned in his seat to look through the shattered rear windshield. Black SUVs came barreling through the streets behind them, headlights flashing like predator eyes.
“Enforcers of a syndicate,” Lina
