The night had been too still, too fragile, the silence streched so thin it almost begged to be broken. Inside the house, tension pulsed between Jessica, Romeo, and Michael three people bound together by a choice non of them fully trusted. But the world never cared for fragile truces. The first sign came as low rumble engines, more than one, rolling like thunder toward them. Jessica stiffened, every nerve sparking to life. Romeo's head snapped toward the window; jaw tightening as if he'd been waiting for this moment. Michael, standing just inside the threshold he'd forced himself through, reached for the weapon holstered under his coat. "They found us", Michael muttered, his voice low, sharp, certain. Glass rattled in the frames as headlights cut through the darkness, beams sweeping across the walls like searchlights. Then shouts. Boots crunching on gravel. The house was surrounded. Jessica's chest tightened
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