The Maybach screeched to an abrupt halt on the wet asphalt, the stench of burnt rubber hanging in the air. Enzo’s curses filled the tense silence.

“Fucking shit! That truck nearly flattened us,” he muttered, both hands locked on the wheel.

Amira’s heart thundered against her ribs, her nails digging crescents into her palms. She let out a shaky laugh that was closer to disbelief. “Too close,” she whispered. “Way too close.”

Beside her, ...