Rain pounded the windshield like fists demanding entry. Elara's heart hammered against her ribs as the car rolled to a stop on the slick coastal road. Grant stood twenty feet ahead, his arm locked around Lila's friend Sarah, the gun barrel digging into her temple. Sarah's eyes were wide with terror, mascara running in black streaks down her cheeks. The Pacific churned below the cliff edge, waves roaring their own warning.Jax gripped Elara's thigh in the back seat, his fingers digging in hard enough to bruise. His wound had slowed its bleeding but pain etched lines around his mouth. "Stay low," he muttered, voice gravel rough. Elara nodded, but her mind raced ahead, searching for any way out that didn't end in more blood on her hands.Grant's shout cut through the storm. "Everybody out. Nice and slow. One wrong move and Sarah joins your parents six feet under."Elara stepped out first, hands raised, rain soaking her shirt until it clung to every curve. Jax followed, moving stiffly but
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