Isabella’s POV
The police swarmed the dockyard, their flashlights cutting through the darkness as they secured the area. My heart was still racing, adrenaline coursing through me as I watched Alex speak to one of the officers. His posture was tense, his words clipped. I could see the weight of the night bearing down on him.
I clutched the pipe tightly, the metal cold and heavy in my hands. My fingers trembled, but not from the chill of the air—it was the realization of how close we’d come to losing everything. Erica’s malice, her threats, they weren’t just empty words. She meant business.
Alex returned to my side, his jaw tight. “They’re sweeping the area, but Erica and her goons are long gone.”
“What happens now?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
He sighed, running a hand th
