My heart pounded as I fled the bar, not daring to look back. Ethan Stone had become more than just an enigma; he was a threat, a dangerous force I needed to escape. I melted into the crowd outside, praying he wouldn't spot me.
After what felt like an eternity, I ventured out, only to find myself surrounded by luxury cars. There were no taxis in sight. Cursing under my breath, I called for a ride-share, knowing it would take at least 20 minutes to arrive. I sought refuge in the shadows, desperately hoping to remain unnoticed.
But fate had other plans.
Suddenly, headlights blazed to life, illuminating my hiding spot. I ducked behind a large tree, but it was futile. The cars formed a circle around me, trapping me like prey.
Then he emerged.
Ethan Stone stepped out of the lead
