The convoy of cars moved smoothly down the highway, heading toward the upscale restaurant Clarissa had booked for dinner.
However Ethan sat in silence, his gaze fixed on the passing scenery, while Clarissa glanced occasionally at her phone, confirming the details of their reservation.
Everything seemed normal.
Until it wasn't.
Ethan noticed first—the subtle shift in direction.
The cars veered off the main road, turning down a less familiar path. He glanced at Clarissa, her brow furrowing as she realized the change in direction.
"This isn't the way to the restaurant," she said sharply, her voice tinged with suspicion.
Before she could say more, the two security men sitting with them suddenly drew their weapons, cold steel aimed directly at their foreheads. The cabin filled with a tense silence, the weight of the situation sinking in instantly.
"Stay quiet," one of the men growled, his voice low and threatening.
