Chapter 51: I've Had Enough

Dante's expression turned slightly grim. If the Jeep had crashed into them the first time, there was a one-percent chance it was an accident. This time, it was confirmed. They were the target. "Hold on, Dad!" Dante said in a low voice, slamming the gas pedal and making the car lurch forward. Once the car was steady, two vehicles drove parallel for a brief moment. Through the window, Dante caught a glimpse of the Jeep driver—a burly man in his forties with a bushy beard. A long, deep scar ran...