Chapter 8: A Race Against Death.
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Chapter 8: A Race Against Death
Lola moved fast, weaving through the crowded street like a shadow. The two men ahead of her walked with calm precision, their movements calculated.
They weren’t in a hurry. They didn’t need to be.
Because they believed Ugo had nowhere to run.
Lola’s pulse pounded as she assessed the situation. The men weren’t carrying visible weapons, but that meant nothing. Their kind didn’t need to flash guns to be deadly.
She reached for her phone and dialed Ugo. No answer.
Damn it, Ugo. Pick up.
The men reached the alley beside the bar. They were cutting him off.
Lola picked up her pace, heart hammering. She had seconds to act.
Then she saw him.
Ugo, stepping out of the bar’s back entrance, completely unaware.
Her breath caught.
"Ugo! Run!" she shouted.
His head snapped up, confusion flashing across his face—just as the two men turned toward him.
Lola reached for her gun, but the men were faster. One reached into his coat—
No time. No choice.
Lola lunged forward, grabbed a loose brick from the ground, and flung it.
CRACK!
The brick slammed into the closest man’s face, sending him stumbling backward with a grunt of pain.
Ugo snapped out of his shock and bolted.
The second man spun toward Lola, his hand moving inside his jacket—gun.
She didn’t let him pull it.
Lola charged, closing the gap before he could react. She slammed into his midsection, sending them both crashing against the alley wall.
He grunted, trying to shake her off, but she twisted his wrist, forcing the gun to drop.
The other man recovered fast—blood running down his face from where the brick hit him.
Two of them. One of her.
She had to end this fast.
The gun was on the ground. If either of them reached it first, it was over.
Lola dropped low, sweeping her leg across the ground. The injured man’s balance was already weak—he went down hard.
The second man tried to grab her, but she spun out of reach, elbowing him in the ribs. A sharp cry. He stumbled.
Gun.
Lola dived for it, fingers closing around the grip—
BANG!
Silence.
One of the men dropped, a hole in his chest.
The other turned and ran.
Lola steadied her breath, watching his silhouette disappear into the night.
She didn’t chase him. Not yet.
Instead, she turned, scanning the alley.
Ugo was gone.
Her jaw clenched. Had he escaped? Or had someone else taken him?
One thing was certain—this wasn’t over.
Not even close.
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