Emilie’s POV:

The car’s tires hummed on the wet road, the rain still pounding outside as we sped through the city. I sat in the backseat, squeezed between Andrew and the door, my heart racing from the chaos at the warehouse.

Milo was in the front, his face hard as stone, his gun resting on his lap. Irina sat beside him, her hands tied, her usual smirk gone. Boris drove, his eyes flicking to the rearview mirror, like he was waiting for trouble to follow us. The air was thick with tension, ...