Tate took the corner at a speed that defied the laws of physics, In the lead SUV of the convoy, Jacob white knuckled the door handle, a string of curses falling from his lips as he watched the taillight of the motorcycle vanish and reappear through the winding turns.
"He’s going to kill himself before we even get there," Jacob hissed, his heart hammering against his ribs. "Tell him to slow down."
The man in the passenger seat, a veteran of Tate’s inner circle, didn't even look away from the road. "He won't. The boss doesn't break. You know that. He’s got too much to lose to let a bike take him out."
A chirp echoed through Tate's helmet. He tapped the comms link, his breathing steady despite the adrenaline fueled pace.
"We have it," the voice on the other end crackled. "The signal is st
