The air was thick with tension as the speed boat sliced through the dark, churning waves of the sea. Behind them, three other speed boats roared to life, engines growling as they kicked into high gear, their lights cutting through the night like predatory eyes honing in on their prey.
The chase had begun.
Martin's muscles screamed in protest, his thigh still bleeding from the bullet wound that had pierced deep into his flesh. Every move he made sent sharp jolts of pain through his body, but he gritted his teeth and focused.
His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, knuckles white, as he pushed the speed boat forward, trying to put distance between them and their pursuers.
