My Second Marriage with the Mafia Kingpin novel Chapter 187

Chapter 187: That’s Not A Coincidence

Red drove fast, his eyes fixed on the road, pushing the car to its limit. His mind could only think of Ashley and the van he’d heard about through his earpiece.

"They took a left," came a voice, and without question, Red yanked the wheel.

The tires screeched, leaving dark streaks across the concrete. Smoke rose from the rubber, but he didn’t slow down. Red kept driving until he spotted the plateless van in the distance.

"Found it," he reported, hand on his earpiece. "We’re going to tail it."

As soon as the words left his mouth, several voices from the other teams came through. He ignored them, slapping the earpiece away and keeping his focus on the vehicle ahead.

Seated beside him, Tank was already assembling a rifle. He snapped his eyes up, tracking the van from a distance in case Red lost sight of it.

Three cars in total were heading this way; the others had spread out to cover all possible routes.

"Tank," Red murmured, and Tank nodded.

As Red picked up speed, Tank lowered his window. The van was far ahead, moving just as fast, and kept swerving between lanes.

Keeping himself steady despite the speed, Tank peered through his scope and aimed at the van’s tires.

"I don’t have a clear shot," Tank said.

"Fucking —" Red hissed through gritted teeth, slapping the steering wheel.

Tank pulled back instinctively as Red began overtaking cars on the highway. He listened to the reports coming through the earpiece, glancing to the side as several members of Dominion raced past them.

"They’re entering a residential district," came a report.

Hearing that, they both knew Ashley’s abductors were gaining the upper hand. Dominion had only just moved into the country. This was not their territory. Everyone knew how reckless this decision was, but there was no time to dwell on that.

Red, along with the other two cars, followed the van that was now several dozen vehicles ahead. Then it turned abruptly, drawing honks and curses from other drivers. Neither side slowed down.

If anything, they all pushed harder, adrenaline taking over.

Once they entered the residential area, they quickly realized it was a densely packed district. Tank clicked his tongue as Red was forced to ease off the gas, watching the van ahead nearly mow down pedestrians on the street.

"Damn it..." Red breathed, glancing at the cars behind him. He reached for his earpiece. "Hey, you go —"

"Shit!"

CRASH!

Just as Red was about to redirect them, a crash came through the line. With two cars following behind, he figured it was the last one that had been hit.

Red hissed and refocused on the road. "Reroute. Leave the others."

The car behind them immediately peeled off onto a side street.

"Hey, get us a visual —"

"Red, there are no CCTVs in the area," came Gin’s weak voice in the earpiece. "Keep your eyes on the van. We’re blind right now."

"Fuck!" Red shouted. Tank’s expression darkened beside him.

It wasn’t as if they hadn’t known this was coming. For whoever was behind this to have stayed in disguise for hours — this was the work of a meticulous, organized group. This had been planned from the start, including the escape route.

"I’ll try to close the distance," Red breathed, jaw tightening. "Shoot them."

HONK! HONK!

BANG!

Can’t get a clean hit, he thought, watching the rounds strike what were clearly bulletproof windows. This is bad.

If we lose them here, things get a lot more complicated, Red thought. That woman — why the hell didn’t she scream for help?

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