Noah's POV

The city of New York was covered in darkness as the clock struck midnight, but thanks to the presence of the moon, the city had a pinch of lighting.

I, Noah Santoro, a member of one of the most powerful Mafia crime family in the city, was so close to finally achieving the goal my father had imposed on me, getting me one step closer to becoming the next head of the Santoro Family.

My men, a collection of experienced and amateurs, had just managed to finishing securing our cargo which included Military grade guns and we were making our way out of sight to avoid being seen.

As my men put the key in the ignition to start their getaway vehicle, they looked around to be cautious of where they were. In the truck was a portion of the guns, while the other half was with me in my car. They needed to get going just in time before the coast guard's reinforcement comes to apprehend them, but unfortunately, their vehicle wasn't coming on.

Still on the ground, from the corner of my eye, I saw the coast guard bring out his radio and call every officer's attention to us while we were trying to get away.

His voice crackled over the police radio, "All units, I have been subdued by men smuggling in guns. Suspects are attempting to escape the scene in their cars. Requesting immediate backup."

My fears became a reality. I, along with my men, eventually after their car had come on, increased our speed and entered the open city streets just as numerous sounds of sirens enveloped New York.

I turned around to see several Police cars, their red and blue lights indicating their presence. Immediately they caught sight of us, they accelerated.

My hand squeezed the steering wheel as I focussed on the road ahead. I had not expected to come head to head in a car chase with the police, but fortunately for me, I knew the city like the back of my hand, thanks to the fact that I had grown in New York all my life.

My men, desperate of what to do, brought the upper half of their bodies out of the window and shot at the police cars severally to aid in their escape. Their efforts wasn't in vain; the police cars slowed down, enabling them gain a significant distance.

The car chase created such a noise that most of the city's residents, around that area, were brought out of their sleep by noise made by gunfire. My car moved quickly through cars in the road. My many years of driving experience helped me prevent any road accident that might occur due to my fast pace.

The police got a hold of themselves then continued their pursuit, angry that we were not only disturbing peace in the city, but also ruined their vehicles.

As we sped through Times Square, bright blinding lights from the electronic billboards located there made the high-speed chase much more visible to onlookers. Innocent people ran away so they wouldn't become victims of something not worth loosing their lives to.

Some viewers already located in a safe position took out their phones to record and went on to post about the spectacule on their various social media pages; the chase was getting more eyes from all over the world with the help of the Internet.

My car entered Central Park. I skillfully made sure to lose the police cars closely behind me to stop them from arresting me. In the slightly lit park, the police vehicles had a tough time meeting up with me because their headlights had been shot.

Seeing that the police cars had split into two groups,: one group chasing after me while the rest chasing after them, my men continued shooting.

However, the police officers weren't moved. Out of nowhere, an helicopter joined the highspeed car chase, casting it's incredible light on the them. The officers in the helicopter kept on relaying their position to their colleagues, making them unable to become invisible.

The chase went on in a nearby financial district, giving the chase more of a blockbuster movie vibe. My heart began to beat so loudly I feared it would jump out of my chest while I started planning my next move. I eventually saw an underground packing garage and made a decision to speed there.

Without Warning, my car sped into the garage, followed by three police cars. But it was trap to lure them in. Just as they moved closer, I pushed hard on the brakes, jumped out of my car and let it crash into a concrete wall.

My car exploded within seconds, causing the garage to be covered in thick smoke. The loud noise of the explosion temporarily disorienting the police officers.

Like a ghost, I vanished into the series of stairwell. I ran quickly, not caring about the thickening darkness, my heart pounding. I was sure without a doubt my men had been caught.

I would be in deep trouble with the boss, but I chose to disregard the thought until after I was a hundred percent safe. The insistent roaring of my exploded car hid my footsteps while I ran to safety.

In the end, the police caught my men by surrounding them, recovering the smuggled guns, however, their victory was bittersweet because I had gotten away.

As the city of New York went back into slumber, the police department knew the chase to bring down the Santoro family was still underway. My escape was a massive stain on them, but I was aware they decided not to give up on their goal to bring down the two high Mafia Families turning their city into a crime kingdom.