The EscapeOr the Trap? Drive! Elena screams, her voice filled with panic as she pulls Alexander into the car.
Her heart is hammering in her chest, each beat a reminder of how close they came to losing everything.
The cars engine roars to life as she slams her foot on the gas, her hands shaking on the wheel.
The tires screech against the pavement, and the world outside blurs into streaks of light and shadows.
Elena doesnt dare look back.
Not yet.
If she does, shell be reminded of everything theyve just escaped.
Of the blood, the violence, the promises that Rafael madepromises that she knew, deep down, would always come with a price.
Alexander groans beside her, his hand clutching his bleeding arm.
Hes still in pain, but his eyes are full of determination.
We need to get out of here, Elena.
Fast.
I know, she whispers, her voice tight with emotion.
I know.
Just hold on, okay? Her eyes flicker to him, then back to the road.
Were getting out of here.
Were leaving him behind.
But even as the words leave her lips, she knows its not that simple.
Rafael is relentless.
And hes not the type to let anyone escape without consequences.
Back at the church, Rafael stands motionless, his chest rising and falling with each heavy breath.
Blood drips down his side, staining the fabric of his suit.
His hand presses to the wound, but it does little to stop the flow of blood.
His rage burns in his chest, and for a moment, all he can do is stare after Elena, his mind a whirlwind of fury and disbelief.
You… you think you can run from me? he growls under his breath, his eyes narrowing.
You think you can escape this? His men are scattered, some helping with the chaos inside the church, others injured or trying to make sense of what just happened.
But Rafael doesnt care about any of them right now.
He cares about one thing: Elena.
He watches her car disappear into the distance, the lights growing smaller as they speed away.
His eyes never leave the road, his mind calculating, predicting, planning.
Theres no way hell let her go that easily.

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Not when everything hes done, all the power hes held, all the control hes had, is slipping through his fingers.
His breath comes in quick bursts as he dials his phone with trembling fingers.
The sound of the line connecting feels like the slow drip of water in the silence, each second stretching longer than the last.
The voice on the other end answers after a beat.
What is it? Follow them, Rafael orders, his voice cold, each word laced with a quiet fury.
Dont lose them.
And when you find them… His voice drops lower, darker, almost a whisper.
Bring her back to me.
Alive.
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