The car's engine roared as Ethan sped down the narrow, winding roads, the trees outside blurring into dark smudges against the night. The cold, sharp scent of fear filled the car, thickening with each passing second. We could feel Ferraro's men closing in, like predators chasing us through the dark. My heart pounded in my chest, and I clutched Ava close to me, her small hand gripping mine with the trust only a child could have.
"They're not giving up," William muttered, his jaw clenched as he checked the rearview mirror again. His face was set with a grim determination, but there was a flicker of something else in his eyes—something more primal. Ferraro's men weren't just following us. They were hunting us.
Ethan swerved sharply, taking another hidden road. "I know these streets better than they do," he said through gritted teeth. "We can lose them."
