The first time Elena Voss trusted someone completely, it destroyed her.
The second time—
It almost got her killed.
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The café doors exploded inward.
Armed men surged through the opening, movements sharp and synchronized. No hesitation. No warning.
They weren’t here to threaten.
They were here to end it.
“Elena—down!” Adrian shouted.
Gunfire ripped through the room.
Glass shattered. Tables splintered. The air filled with noise and debris.
Elena dropped to the floor, heart pounding as chaos swallowed everything.
This wasn’t fear anymore.
This was survival.
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Adrian moved through it like he’d been here before.
Even injured, he fired with controlled precision, forcing space between them and the attackers.
“Back exit!” he called.
Elena didn’t question it.
She ran.
Throug
