NTR: Mommy Will Help You! 300. Hey, Boy… Step Outside, Why Don’t Ya?

The lead vehicle screeched to a halt, its door flying open as a hulking figure stepped out, his massive bulging muscles radiating pure intimidation.

Tattoos sprawled over half his shaved head, paired with a thick scar slicing down the right side of his cheek.

No sooner had he emerged than more thugs spilled from the encircling cars, clutching an array of close-combat weapons like pipes and knives, boxing in the three vehicles carrying Oliver and his companions.

The sight sent a chill through Maya. She seized Oliver's hand, trembling violently in dread. "What's going on? Who are these people? Why are they after us?"

An anxious pallor washed over Linda's features. Such peril was utterly foreign to her sheltered existence, untouched by danger her whole life. The armed brutes filled her with horror at the potential peril awaiting her.

Inside the other two cars, similar terror gripped everyone, panic rising as they feared these were syndicate criminals plotting their abduction.

Oliver eyed the frontman, brow furrowing in confusion over the stranger's identity. Whoever he was, trouble loomed imminent.

"Hey, boy, step outside, why don't ya?" The leader called out and flashed Oliver a confident grin. "I'm sure you know what I've come for, don't you? If you get out of the car right now and cooperate with us, I won't harm your little whores. But if you refuse me, then it's all over for you and your girls!"

"Hahaha, Boss, what do you mean by this?" A man laughed and said. "Why don't we have some fun with these pretty ladies as well, eh? They're gonna look so sexy begging for mercy as we make them our personal toys and pound their tight bodies all night long!"

The instant those vulgar words escaped, the thugs around the car burst into raucous laughter and piercing whistles of support.

A number of them licked their lips greedily and fondled their crotches with eager anticipation, ogling the stunning women trapped inside the vehicles.

Grinding his teeth at the filthy jeers, Oliver whipped his gaze to the driver up front. "Drive! Just ram the car through them! I know this vehicle has high security and an iron plating covering the body."

The driver shot a quick look back at Oliver and nodded firmly. "Yes, sir, I'll do that."

Wasting no time, he stomped the accelerator hard, tires shrieking as the car rocketed forward.

Thugs clustered by the car leaped aside at the last second, dodging obliteration beneath its wheels by mere inches.

Fury twisted the face of the lead thug up front, who himself barely sidestepped the onrushing vehicle barreling straight at him.

BOOM! BOOM! BANG!

Crashing into the blocking cars ahead, it unleashed deafening clashes of twisting metal and exploding glass shards flying everywhere.

Acting like a battering ram, it pulverized the obstructing vehicle, flinging it yards away before it smashed brutally into the asphalt.

Simultaneously, the trailing two cars accelerated behind, speeding from the mayhem and leaving the thug pack choking in exhaust.

Shaking off his stunned daze, the leader roared profanities at Oliver's fleeing convoy. "Fuck! Stop them! Don't let them get away!"

His crew snapped to action at once, piling into their rides and charging after the prey in hot pursuit.

A frantic highway pursuit erupted then, with pursuers straining to overtake the three speeding escape cars dodging oncoming traffic.

It was a highway chase at its finest.

The three lead cars weaved sharply around other vehicles to overtake them, as the foes' rides pushed hard to reel them in.

After minutes of relentless tailing, the leader saw their advantage slipping. "Dammit! Take out your guns and shoot their tires! That's the only way we can stop them!"

Obeying the command, several thugs yanked pistols from their jackets and fired at the tires while driving parallel to the targets.

Gunshots echoed as bullets streaked by and struck true, tires erupting in explosive releases of air.

The moment tires blew, the cars spun out of control, fishtailing wildly across the lanes as screams filled the interiors, lives flashing in mortal terror.

"AHHHH!! Oliver!" Maya screamed in terror as she held onto the door handle and hung on for dear life.

Thankfully, their driver proved a master at handling chaos behind the wheel, skillfully preventing collisions or rollovers.

The other two cars fared similarly, their drivers' expertise averting any deadly wrecks.

Still, with tires utterly shredded, all three cars had no choice but to grind to a halt on the shoulder, pursuers swarming in without pause.

Spotting the breakthrough, the leader leaped from his car with a victorious bellow. "Gotcha, fuckers! You're not getting away this time! You thought you could escape our grasp like that?"