Bjorn’s hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles white as he floored the gas pedal of his Bugatti. The engine roared, the sleek car tearing down the road like a bullet, its speed pushing the limits of control. His eyes were fixed on the road ahead, filled with a mixture of fury and excitement. Every ounce of his being was focused on one destination—Holland Mansion.
Beside him, Ivan sat rigid, his normally composed demeanor shaken. His wide eyes flicked between Bjorn’s intense expression and the blur of the world rushing past them. The speed at which they were driving was reckless, even for someone like Bjorn, who lived for chaos.
"Slow down, Bjorn!" Ivan finally managed to shout over the roaring engine, his voice laced with shock. His fingers dug into the seat, bracing agai
