They Poisoned My Father, So I Bankrupted Their Billion-Dollar Empire

Chapter 28: The Crash

The jet was taxiing. The Mercedes screeched onto the tarmac, heading for the stairs.

Jack’s truck burst through the fence, metal screaming. He wasn't trying to hit the car; he was trying to block the path.

He fishtailed the truck, sliding sideways across the runway directly in front of the Mercedes.

The driver of the Mercedes slammed on the brakes. The heavy armored car couldn't stop in time. It clipped the back of Jack’s truck and spun out, rolling twice before crashing into a drainage ditch.

Silence fell over the airfield, broken only by the whining of the jet engines powering down.

Jack kicked open his jammed door. He stumbled out, bruised but adrenaline-pumping.

He walked to the ditch. The Mercedes was upside down. The back door popped open.

Marcus Thorne crawled out. His tuxedo was torn, his face bloody. He looked up, dazed, into the eyes of the man he had tried to crush.

Sirens wailed in the distance. The police report would call it reckless driving, but Jack called it justice.

Thorne reached for his briefcase, scattering cash across the grass. "I can pay you," he wheezed. "Name your price."

Jack looked down at him. "It's over."