Frances could see his life flash before his eyes when Luca was driving; he held on tightly to the car window, and his seat belt was tightly bolted in the knot. There was no need to talk to Luca about his speed because he fell deaf to all of France’s pleas to reduce his speed. Luca was driving over 100 mph, and he didn't care about anything else at that point except reaching his destination.
“The police are going to pull you over if they see you speeding like this.
“Well, good luck to them if they catch me; they better be ready to race me because I won't stop this car for anybody until I get to my destination.
Frances was saying a little prayer in his heart. He wasn't ready to die, and deep down, he knew that he wasn't going to allow Luca to drive them back. They got to the warehouse, an
