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A beat.
Then—
“You don’t understand what you’re holding.”
I smile slightly.
Cold.
Sharp.
“Oh, I understand it perfectly.”
My voice drops.
“Which is why you’re not getting it back.”
Silence.
Heavy.
Dangerous.
Then—
“Where are you going to run, Mila?” he asks softly.
“There’s nowhere left that isn’t already ours.”
That?
That almost makes me laugh.
Almost.
“Then I guess you’d better catch me,” I say.
And hang up.
The headlights surge forward.
Closing fast now.
Too fast.
“Alright,” I whisper.
Game on.
I slam the gas.
The engine roars.
The road curves hard ahead—
and I take it without slowing.
Gunfire explodes behind me.
