The city blurred behind them as Jaxon sped down the empty streets. Samantha's pulse raced in sync with the hum of the engine, each turn pulling them farther away from the chaos they had set in motion. Liam knew, and now they were fugitives—again. But this time, they were cornered by the firestorm they had unleashed. The tension in the car was thick, the night air suffocating as they drove through back roads, slipping away from the main highways. Samantha's eyes darted to the rearview mirror every few seconds, half-expecting to see Liam’s men on their tail, but the road behind them was empty, for now. “Where’s the safe house?” she asked, her voice tight with fear. “About an hour outside the city, deep in the woods,” Jaxon replied, his eyes focused on the road. “No one knows about it, not

