"What do you mean things are bound to get worse?" she asked in panic. "Are we going to die?" she asked again glancing Back to car chasing after them.

"No we are not. Just sit still stay quiet and let me do my job." he hissed and pressed harder on the throttle.

The occupants of the black Mercedes pulled down their windows as they gained ground with Mike's car. Mike spared them a glance as he watched the muzzle of a black gun is pointed towards his side.

"Shit." he cursed pressing on the breaks to get his car to fall back by a couple of meters.

"Stay down." He...