The river was cold, burning her lungs as Emily coughed, choking on water. She tried to sink again, but strong arms pulled her up. “Stop fighting, damn it!” a deep voice growled. Emily blinked through tears and water. A stranger held her tight, his jacket rough under her fingers. He smelled of leather, smoke, and gasoline. His grip was hard, not gentle. “Let me go,” she whispered, voice shaking. “Please… let me go.” “Not tonight,” the man snapped. “You’re not dying here.” Her head spun, her hair dripping. “I don’t… I don’t even know you—” “You don’t need to know me,” he said flatly. “Name’s Jaxon. Now shut up and breathe.” Emily coughed again, trembling in his arms. “Why… why save me?” “Because he told me to.” Her wet lashes lifted. “H-he?” Footsteps echoed, calm, steady. Another man appeared from the shadows, taller, sharper. His suit looked too clean for the night. His eyes—cold, steel blue—froze her where she sat in Jaxon’s arms. Jaxon straightened. “Boss. She’
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