Sacrifice

The air was thick with tension, almost suffocating in its silence as we crouched behind the car, just a few steps away from freedom.

My heart hammered in my chest, and every instinct screamed that we needed to move, but we stayed hidden, crouching low, barely breathing.

Bruno's men were close, their voices low but unmistakable. They were searching for us, combing the area. 

I could almost feel the danger closing in on us, their eyes scanning every corner, every shadow. 

Marcy's plan had been risky, but it had worked for now—she had distracted Bruno, buying us just enough time to escape.

But I wasn't sure how long we could hide.

Then, as if the universe was mocking me, I heard Bruno's voice cut through the air, a deep, gravelly growl of irritation.

"Where is she?" he demanded, his voice filled with menace.