Leila’s breath caught in her throat as she stood frozen in front of Ethan, her eyes locked on Marcus’s raised gun. His cold, calculating stare bore into her, and a deadly calm settled over him like a predator closing in on his prey.
"Don’t make me do this, Leila," Marcus warned, his voice low but laced with menace. "You can walk away. Leave now, and maybe I’ll spare you both."
But Leila could see through his words. There would be no mercy from Marcus. He’d been toying with them from the beginning, and now he held all the cards—or so he thought. Her mind raced, trying to calculate the next move. Behind her, she could hear Ethan’s labored breathing, and feel the weight of the gun still in her trembling hands. She had to act—fast.
Isabella, standing a few feet away, slowly raised her gun a
