The air in the safe house turned thick with tension. The voice on the phone was hurried, frantic.
"You need to leave. Now."
Isabella gripped the edge of the table. "How much time do we have?"
"Minutes. Langston's people are already moving."
Alexander didn't hesitate. "We're leaving. Now."
Damian was already shutting down his systems, wiping any trace of their presence. "I'll set up a digital ghost trail make it look like we're still here while we disappear."
Claire grabbed her bag. "I have a secondary safe house across the city. We go there first."
The sound of screeching tires outside made them freeze.
They were out of time.
Alexander peered through the blinds. Black SUVs, tinted windows Langston's men.
"They're blocking the street." Isabella's voice was steady, but her pulse pounded.
Damian cursed. "Front exit is a no-go."
Alexander's eyes flicked to the back door. "Then we go through the alley."
They moved fast, slipping into the narrow passageway just as footsteps thundered toward the front door.
A loud crash echoed as the door was kicked open behind them.
"Find them." Langston's voice was unmistakable sharp, furious. "I want them alive."
Isabella clenched her jaw. Not happening.
They sprinted down the alley, the city lights ahead their only shot at disappearing before Langston's men caught up.
As they ran, Isabella glanced at Alexander. His expression was unreadable, but his grip tightened on her wrist as he pulled her forward.
They weren't just running for their lives.
They were running toward the endgame.
And Langston?
He had just made his biggest mistake.