Isabella’s POV
The cold night air seeped into my skin as I crouched behind the crate, my heart pounding with every whispered exchange I overheard. From my hidden vantage point, I watched Alex square off against Erica, her face a mask of calculated malice.
Erica circled him like a predator, her voice sharp and laced with venom. “You’ve always underestimated me, Alex. That was your first mistake.”
“And trusting you was yours,” Alex countered, his voice calm but firm.
Their words were like a chess match, each one maneuvering for control. My mind raced, trying to piece together a plan. I had promised Alex I’d stay in the car, but as soon as I saw Erica pull out the gun, my resolve shattered. I couldn’t let him face this alone.
But what could I do?
I glanced around the dockyard, searching
