Suddenly, a car screeched to a halt beside us, and before i could react, the back door swung open. A figure lunged out, our face partially covered by shadows.
"Get in!" the figure shouted, urgency lacing their tone.
It was a moment of instinct, and without thinking, i grabbed Michael's hand, pulling him towards the car as gunfire erupted from behind us, the sound deafening. Michael shoved me into the backseat, climbing in just as the driver slammed the door shut.
"Go!" he shouted, and the car sped off, tires screeching against the pavement.
As we sped away, i looked back through the window, my heart racing as i caught a glimpse of a group of men emerging from the shadows, our faces twisted in anger. I could see one of them raise a weapon, and my stomach dropped as the realization hit me—they were coming for us.
"What the hell just happened?" Michael demanded, turning to the driver.
