Inside the black Maybach, the atmosphere was stiflingly tense.
“Hit them!”
Joel’s eyes were locked on the car ahead, his voice as cold as winter ice.
The driver glanced in the rearview mirror, hesitating. “Mr. Schott, is this really a good idea?”
“Do you want to keep your job?”
Joel’s icy gaze pierced through the driver, his voice a low threat.
Swallowing nervously, the driver’s hands trembled on the steering wheel, palms slick with cold sweat.
“There are too many cars at this junction. A crash could cause a major accident. We can hit them after the turn…”
The man in the back seat didn’t respond.
“Beep beep beep—”
The green light flickered on, and horns blared from the cars behind them.
The Maybach restarted, trailing closely behind the Maserati.
Anthony sensed something was of
