Lucas' POV
This ends today.
I am not letting Damian escape again.
I push myself to the absolute limit, my muscles burning as I chase after him with everything I have. But goddamn, he's fast—faster than I ever expected. His movements are fluid, almost unnatural, like he's spent his entire life training for a moment like this. He weaves through the crowded space with ease, slipping through obstacles like a shadow bending and twisting with the light.
For years, I thought I knew who Damian was. A criminal, a manipulator, a strategist. But this—this sheer physicality, this level of agility—I never knew he had it in him.
An officer to my right takes off after him, trying to cut off his path. Another, standing a few feet away, sees the chase and tosses a weapon toward me. Instinct takes over. I catch it in midair, adjusting my grip without breaking stride. The cool weight of the gun in my hand grounds me, sharpens my focus.
I push harder.
The moment I burst out of the building, my feet skid
