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“If they run us off the road, we’re dead!”

Slade accelerated, hoping to outrun the pursuers, but the truck stayed close behind.

Another slam propelled them sideways.

Slade jerked the wheel, and his response had the car deviating through the ice-covered median as he battled the velocity forcing them out of control.

Heart jackhammering against his ribs, Slade pumped the brakes, but the car seemed to have a mind of its own and continued to speed up.

Asia screamed, and he jerked the wheel, avoiding a mile-marker pole by inches.

“I don’t have brakes!” He slammed his foot repeatedly against the pedal, but it was useless.

“Slade, do something!”

But he couldn’t stop.

Desperate, Slade yanked the wheel. The overcorrection sent the car careening into the ditch. “Hang on!”

They slammed on the driver’s side, went airborne, then smashed down again. The impact shook every part of his body.

Each horrific recurring tug of gravity imprisoned them on a nightmare amusement park ride...