“Get us the f**k out of here,” he ordered his voice cold steel.
“I’m trying!” Marco snapped, swerving through the narrow road, barely missing a row of parked cars. “They’re boxing us in!”
Luca cursed. “We need to take them out before we get pinned.”
Adrian finally moved, reaching for his gun. “Then let’s take them out.”
In one swift motion, he shifted, lowering his window. The moment a black SUV pulled up beside them, he fired. He fired two quick shots, one of which went through the driver's side. The vehicle spun out and then slammed into a lamppost.
It was both terrifying and mesmerizing: the precision, the complete lack of hesitation. Adrian was lethal in a way that didn’t require theatrics. Every movement was calculated, and every bullet counted.
The last remaining SUV accelerate
