Emma stood firm, the inferno blazing in front of her, her expression cold and unwavering. The gunman’s pleas for mercy fell on deaf ears, the flames growing taller with every passing second. His screams were lost in the crackling roar of the fire as the truck became an inescapable prison, a final reckoning for the man who had hunted her down.Her breath came in sharp, shallow bursts, but she didn’t move. She felt no pity, no remorse. Only the weight of justice, burning as bright as the flames before her.Her voice was barely a whisper, but it cut through the night like a blade."Burn." The night was silent except for the fire that consumed everything.Emma lay on the ground, barely conscious, her vision fading in and out as the sirens grew louder. She felt like she was floating, her body heavy and unresponsive. The distant sound of car doors slamming and hurried footsteps filled her ears, but she couldn’t move. Everything was slipping away.“Over here!” a woman’s voice shouted. “We’v

Emma wiped her face with trembling hands, but no matter how much she tried to stop the tears, they kept falling, warm and relentless. She glanced one last time at the lifeless body sprawled on the floor, her vision blurring as reality began to crash in. Her heart thudded painfully in her chest, echoing in the deafening silence that now surrounded her. A sob escaped her lips, ragged and desperate.*Victor...*The name played on her mind like a broken record, each repetition digging deeper into her already shattered soul. She took a shaky step back, her feet barely carrying her as she stumbled toward the alley. Her knees felt weak like they would give out at any second, but she forced herself to keep moving. She had to get away from there, away from the scene that was already haunting her.Her mind was a whirlwind of confusion, panic, and fear. Each step she took felt heavy, almost unbearable. The world around her was spinning out of control, and the only thing grounding her was the suf

Victor’s grip on Emma’s hand tightened as they exchanged a brief, but intense glance. The weight of everything that had just happened still clung to the air around them, and the threat looming outside felt heavier than ever. His jaw clenched as he spoke in a low voice.“We don’t have much time. They’ll come back,” he said, eyes darting to the shattered window. “And next time, they won’t stop until we’re both dead.”Emma’s chest tightened at the cold truth of his words. She had barely survived that last encounter, and now their enemies were circling like vultures.“Then what do we do?” she asked, her voice barely steady.Victor pulled her closer, his face inches from hers, his gaze burning with determination. “We fight. We’re not running anymore.”The intensity in his eyes made Emma’s heart skip. She nodded, adrenaline still pumping through her veins. “All right. I’m with you.”Victor released her hand and quickly scanned the room. His mind was already working through their next steps,