The yellow Lamborghini blocked the middle of the street, and it was stuck after slamming its rear against the guardrail.
Its flashy body was still shining under the faint streetlights, but right now there was nothing glamorous about it.
The car was just a trap holding Alessandro Morano, who was about to lose everything.
Rachel stood tall with her pistol aimed at the windshield, and her icy blue eyes were locked on Alessandro Morano.
For a moment, he sat frozen inside the car with his mind blank and his pride gone.
Then fear flooded him, and his breath became heavy and fast.
Rachel adjusted her grip on the pistol while getting ready to fire another shot into the windshield.
That was when Alessandro finally snapped out of his daze.
His voice broke into the night, and it was sharp and desperate as he said, "PLEASE STOP!!" DON'T SHOOT!! PLEASE DON'T SHOOT!!"
After he said that, the door of the Lamborghini flung open.
