The river's current mixed beneath the motorboat. Nathan gripped the wheel with white-knuckled determination, his eyes fixed ahead while his mind raced to calculate their next move. Scarlett sat beside him, her chest rising and falling as she tried to steady her breathing, her fingers clutching the edge of the boat like it was the only thing tethering her to reality.
Behind them, the roaring of an engine cut through the night, accompanied by the sharp bursts of gunfire. The mercenaries hadn't given up. Their chase was methodical, a predator stalking wounded prey.
"They're gaining on us!" Scarlett shouted, the fear in her voice edged with a fierce resolve.
Nathan's jaw tightened as he twisted the throttle.
"Hold on!" he shouted.
