Chapter 92 It's over

Sage’s pov ;

The van’s interior reeked of sweat and metal, and I could feel every bump and turn as we sped through the streets. My heart pounded in my chest, my mind racing with a thousand thoughts, but all of them boiled down to one thing—how the hell had everything gone so wrong?

My wrists were tied behind my back, the ropes cutting into my skin, but I didn’t dare show weakness. Not in front of these thugs. They were pissed off, and I could feel their eyes burning into me from the front seat. I could hear them muttering under their breaths, cursing me, blaming me for the whole mess.

The biggest one, the one with the scar running down his cheek, twisted in his seat to glare at me. “You said the cops wouldn’t be involved,” he growled, his voice low and threatening. “Now look at us! We’re on the fucking *wanted list*.”

“I—” I started, but another thug cut me off, his voice filled with barely controlled fury.