Outside, the masked Boss heard the click. He raised his submachine gun, aiming the barrel at Luke's face through the glass.
"Stay in the car, convict!" the Boss roared. "Keep your hands on the wheel, or I blow your head off!"
Luke didn't listen. He reached for the silver door handle.
Chloe gasped. She dropped her tablet and grabbed Luke's forearm with both hands, her nails digging into his jacket.
"Mr. Luke, stop!" Chloe pleaded in a frantic whisper. "Are you trying to get yourself killed?!"
Luke paused, looking at the young assistant. Tears streamed down her pale face. She was terrified.
"These aren't corporate guards like yesterday," Chloe sobbed, her body shaking. "Those men worked for the Frost Group. They cared about lawsuits. These are real killers! Look at them! They won't hes
