Chapter 4

"Our brakes are out! Move!" he finally yelled, rolling down the window.

ut his words were torn away by the wind.

I pointed frantically at the brake pedal area.

The guy in the other car just grinned wider, gesturing wildly. His lips formed words I could read clearly, 'Know who you're messing with now? Too late to beg.'

Unbelievable idiot.

The two vehicles weaved dangerously on the highway. To be precise, Anthony was desperately evading, while the car stubbornly blocked every move.

Its harassment had already cost us the last exit ramp.

The situation was critical, and a cold sweat…