Dishonored To Dominance: Marcus Rise

NO WAY OUT

The moonlight seeped through the shattered door, casting long shadows across the cabin. The air was thick with tension as Harris’s cold, calculating eyes never left Eva. His finger remained firmly on the trigger, aimed directly at Marcus’s head.

"Last chance," Harris said, his voice low but commanding. "Drop the weapon or I pull the trigger."

Eva's heart raced as her hands trembled, gripping her pistol tightly. Her mind screamed at her to think—there had to be a way out of this. But every option seemed to lead to the same conclusion: Marcus wouldn’t survive if she didn’t act fast.

Coleman’s voice cut through the silence like a blade. "Eva, don’t do it. He’s bluffing."

Harris cocked his head, that cruel smile never leaving his face. "Am I?"

In a flash, Harris’s men entered the cabin behind him, weapons drawn. They fanned out, blocking every possible exit. The situation was rapidly slipping out of control.

Eva’s eyes darted around, looking for a miracle, but all she saw were the cold, s