The heavy silence of the midnight highway was shattered by the crackle of burning metal. Inside the armored Maybach, Tom's knuckles were stark white as he gripped the steering wheel, his chest heaving in horror as he stared through the rearview mirror at the mangled wreckage behind him. If it hadn't been for that black Porsche, one wrong move, one second of hesitation, and he would have been a smear of blood and bone on the asphalt.
The doors of the black Porsche swung open with predatory synchronization. Three men stepped out, weapons drawn, their movements fluid and dangerous. They moved toward the mangled remains of the black sedan with the cold efficiency of executioners.
"Who the f**k are they?" Victor demanded, his voice trembling. He squinted through the haze of smoke, his hand ho
