"That's our girl!" Floyd shouted as they overtook John's Navigator, a glimpse of red hair the only thing he could discern in the dark interior of the SUV they whizzed by. Another car was tailing closely behind her as Floyd hit the brakes and yanked the steering wheel, the Bugatti effortlessly executing a half-circle before he floored the gas pedal, both men thrown back in their seats by the force of acceleration.
John finally exhaled the breath he'd been holding, his gaze fixed on the car chasing his lady. He muttered a curse when he saw it collide with the rear of the Navigator, reaching into his suit jacket to feel the gun he kept holstered at his side. He was going to eliminate whoever was inside that damned car, and he was going to derive satisfaction from it.
"Accelerate, Floyd."
J
