The helicopter’s searchlight swept across the forest, casting harsh shadows through the trees. Michael felt his pulse quicken as the reality of their situation crashed over him. Black Axe was here. They weren’t just after him anymore; Aria, Luca, and even Eegsy were now all pawns in this deadly game.
“We’re screwed,” Luca muttered, his voice tight with fear as he peered up at the chopper. The roar of its blades grew louder, the wind whipping through the clearing, stirring the leaves and dust around them.
Michael’s mind raced, calculating their odds. They had two choices—fight or run. Neither was promising. Eegsy and Viktor’s men were already locked in a vicious firefight, and the arrival of the Black Axe Mafia only added fuel to the fire. They were outgunned, outnumbered, and out of time
