*ADELINE*
As the car lurched forward, the world outside the window morphed into a blur of dark alleyways and flickering streetlights. The scent of adrenaline mixed with the nauseating hint of fear curling in my stomach, making it hard to breathe. Vincenzo was still out there, in the chaos, and here I was, trapped in a car like some damsel waiting for her knight, except my knight was probably busy dodging bullets.
"Marcus, you have to turn back," I gasped, my voice cracking under the weight of my terror. The city lights were dimming as we sped further away from the Phantom and from Vincenzo—my heart pounded in my chest, a frantic drummer in a high-stakes battle. My hands clenched into fists, a wave of helplessness drowning me.
"Adeline, just—just hold on!" Marcus barked, his eyes glued
