The gunshot echoed through the clearing, splitting the silence of the night. Leila's breath hitched as she watched Daniel stand his ground against the men from the SUV, his movements swift and precise. One of Marcus's men fell to the ground, clutching his shoulder, while the others scrambled for cover.
Leila’s heart raced. She wanted to scream, to run out there and stop him—but she was frozen, watching the deadly confrontation unfold. Was Daniel really going to survive this?
“Leila, stay down!” Ethan warned, gripping his injured arm as he peeked out from the backseat. “This isn’t our fight anymore. Daniel knows what he’s doing.”
But that was exactly the problem. How could Daniel be so calm, so prepared for a situation like this? He’d disappeared from her life years ago, and now he was b
