"We have to move now, Luciana," Finlay said, his voice low and urgent as we crouched behind the makeshift barricade in the dimly lit warehouse. The tension in the air felt thick, suffocating. My son was still alive-for now-but The Broker's twisted game was far from over.
I nodded, my heart a pounding drum in my chest. "I know. I just-"
The words stuck in my throat. With every second, I felt a moment closer to doom, the moment when it would all come crashing down.
"Look," Finlay interrupted, his eyes scanning the space around us, his mind working a mile a minute. "We don't have much time. Viktor has a plan, and we need to play our part."
I looked over at Viktor, who was standing across the room from me, his face unreadable. He had been too quiet lately, and something in his eyes made me
