The driver drove like a madman. His hands gripped the wheel tight, his eyes sharp as he swerved through wrecked cars and falling debris. Every turn felt like a split-second decision between life and death.
"Left!" Alvaro shouted. "Down that alley!"
He knew the city like the back of his hand—every shortcut, every cracked road, every place that could collapse at any second.
Sasha held onto the car's interior so tightly her knuckles turned white. Her mouth was dry, but her mind was running fast.
Somewhere nearby was her custom armored car—the one she had parked days ago.
That car was her fortress: heavy armor, reinforced windows, and even bulletproof cupholders. She made sure that she could access it near where Alvaro had prison her.
A thunderous sound made her look up. A whole section of the highway broke apart and came crashing down two blocks ahead. The explosion of dust and concrete sent shockwaves through the street.
