Red

André's POV

I angrily hit the gas pedal of my car, speeding up and zooming past some other cars on the highway. My brother, Marco was beside me in the front seat, dramatically holding onto his seat with widened eyes.

"Oh my God! We're going to die." He practically screamed, making me even more annoyed.

"Shut up Marco!" I growled at him, turning the steering to avoid an oncoming vehicle, Just in time.

Marco had just arrived from his assignment a few hours ago and was with me when I got the news that Sheila had gone clubbing with Harley. The problem wasn't even the clubbing, it was where they went clubbing. It had to be Don Fabio's nightclub of all places, an enemy's territory. Harley better make sure nothing happens to Sheila or else!

For goodness sake, why didn't they use anyone of my own night clubs?

Some drivers were busy honking angrily at me but I paid them no heed. I needed to be there as fast as possible.

"Slow down André, we're almost there." Marco continued to scream in fear