The snow crunched underfoot as the group faced the masked figures blocking their path. Claire’s heart pounded, her breath visible in the icy night air. The man at the front, his voice sharp and cold, had called Tara by name. The tension crackled like static electricity.
“Tara,” he said again, stepping forward, his gun steady. “I warned you what would happen if you crossed us.”
Tara’s hands clenched into fists, her voice trembling but defiant. “You don’t have to do this, Liam. Walk away.”
Claire’s eyes darted to Tara, confusion twisting in her chest. “Who is he?” she whispered.
“My brother,” Tara replied, her voice barely audible.
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The revelation hit like a freight train. Claire’s jaw dropped as she turned her gaze back to Liam, who stood with an icy glare fixed on Tara.
“Your bro
