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"Adriano?" I prompt.

A few keystrokes. A muttered curse. Then, "Got it. Redirecting city traffic now."

The traffic lights ahead flick green all at once.

Every intersection behind us turns red.

For a split second, the world narrows into perfect, engineered chaos.

Brakes screech. Cars collide. Horns blare in frantic protest as the Lombardi SUVs slam into a tangle of halted traffic, skidding sideways in a desperate attempt to regain control. One of them crashes into the side of a delivery truck, metal crumpling like paper, the driver jerking forward with the force of the impact.

The second SUV barely avoids the wreck, swerving wildly before its tires catch traction again. But they’ve lost precious seconds, seconds we don’t waste.

"Fucking beautiful," Dante exhales, watching through the mirror.

The driver doesn’t hesitate. He guns it.

The engine roars as we surge forward, tearing down the open stretch of road, leaving the chaos behind.

I risk a glance at Sofia. She’s watching it all unfold, her face pale but unreadable, her body rigid against me. Her breathing is steadying, but there’s something in her eyes—a dark, swirling storm, too many thoughts colliding at once.

She’s still processing.

"We’re almost there," I tell her, my thumb brushing against the back of her hand.

She exhales shakily, nodding.

But we’re not safe yet.

The second SUV—the one that didn’t crash—is still coming.

It barrels through the wreckage we left behind, tires spitting out debris, speeding after us like a predator that refuses to lose its prey.

"Persistent fuckers," Dante mutters.

I shift, leveling my gun through the broken rear window.

The Lombardi SUV closes the distance.

Fifty feet.

Thirty.

Twenty.

The tinted driver’s-side window rolls down.

A gun emerges.

I don’t think.

I fire first.

The first shot shatters the side mirror. The second punches through the windshield.

The Lombardi enforcer inside jerks back, his gun dropping from his hands as the driver struggles to keep control of the car.

"Hit the tires!" Adriano shouts from his vehicle.