"Ram them," Dustin said decisively.

Natasha understood immediately. There was a sharp glint in her eyes as she floored the gas and drove straight at Gilbert and his men.

Gilbert was startled and quickly jumped out of the way. Two of his men weren't fast enough and got knocked to the ground.

She shifted the gear into reverse and floored the gas again, scattering the group before backing straight into the cars blocking the intersection. The impact knocked the blocking vehicle to the side, opening a path.

Their plan worked. Without hesitation, Natasha spun the wheel and executed a perfect drift. The car sped through the opening and off into the distance.

"Dammit! Go after them. Don't let them get away," Gilbert roared, scrambling to his feet. He was covered in grime and shaking with fury.

Frederick crushed his cigar under his heel and got into his car, his expression grim.

Engines roared as eight vans took off after the fleeing red sports car. A high-speed chase through the streets