Isabel POVThrough the window, I saw movement—a shadow darting between the trees. My stomach tightened.Miguel crouched by the door, his gun in hand, every muscle in his body coiled like a spring. Marissa stood near the back window, her sharp eyes scanning the perimeter. “Stay low,” Miguel said, glancing at me briefly. His voice was calm, but there was an edge to it that made my chest tighten.I wanted to argue, to tell him I could help, but the burning pain in my side reminded me that I wasn’t in any condition to fight. Instead, I nodded, gripping the ledger tightly.The first shot shattered the stillness.Miguel POVThe bullet tore through the wooden frame of the window, splinters raining onto the floor. I moved instinctively, pressing my back to the wall as I scanned the shadows outside.“Southwest corner,” Marissa called out, her voice steady despite the chaos.I peered through a crack in the boards, catching a glimpse of movement. The enemy wasn’t rushing in blindly—they were po
Isabel POVThe clearing erupted into chaos. My heart pounded as I pressed myself against the rough bark of a tree.Miguel stood just ahead of me, his body a shield, his movements sharp and precise as he fired toward the enemy. Each shot seemed to echo endlessly, blending with the shouts and screams of men falling."Marissa, right flank!" Miguel barked.She responded instantly, her smaller weapon spitting fire as she picked off attackers with unerring accuracy. But for every one they took down, two more seemed to materialize from the shadows."Isabel!" Miguel’s voice cut through the noise. He turned to look at me, his expression fierce. "Stay low!"I nodded; my throat too tight to speak.Miguel POVThe attackers were relentless, each one moving with deadly purpose. These weren’t ordinary mercenaries. Gideon had sent his elite.I fired again, the recoil kicking against my shoulder. Another man fell, but there wasn’t time to savor the victory. My focus shifted to Isabel, who was doing he
Isabel POVGideon stepped inside. His gaze sweeping the room with cold detachment. He looked at me last, his smirk twisting into something cruel.“Well, isn’t this cozy,” he drawled, tilting his head as if he were examining a piece of art. “Miguel, Marissa, and the ever-elusive Isabel. What a delightful reunion.”Miguel shifted, placing himself squarely between Gideon and me. His gun was steady, aimed at Gideon’s chest. “You’ve gone too far, Gideon.”Gideon laughed, the sound low and humorless. “Have I? Because from where I’m standing, I’d say I’m right on track.”Miguel POVI didn’t lower my weapon. “Call off your men,” I said, my voice as sharp as the tension in the air.His smirk widened. “What makes you think I need them? You’ve already handed me everything I need.”He signaled subtly with his hand, and two more figures appeared in the doorway. I recognized Alex instantly. Beside him stood another man, someone I didn’t recognize but whose build and stance screamed trouble.“We’re
Isabel POVThe room descended into chaos, but my focus stayed locked on the ledger in my hands. It was the only leverage we had, and I wasn't about to let Gideon take it without a fight.Miguel and Marissa moved, firing at the two men Gideon had brought with him. I dropped to the floor, crawling toward the table for cover."You're running out of time, Isabel!" Gideon shouted.I glanced up and saw him advancing, Miguel POV"Stay down, Isabel!" I shouted, firing at Alex. The shot missed.Marissa ducked beside me, reloading her weapon. "They're pushing hard," she said."No kidding," I muttered."We need to end this," Marissa said, her eyes narrowing.Isabel POVI tried to think, to plan, but the noise and chaos made it impossible.Miguel's voice cut through the din. "Isabel, stay where you are!"I peeked over the edge of the table and saw Gideon advancing."Gideon!" I yelled.He paused, his eyes snapping to me. "Finally ready to cooperate?""Not exactly," I said.Miguel POVIsabel's voi
Isabel POVMiguel sat at the table; the ledger spread open in front of him. His brow furrowed as he flipped through its pages."What does it say?" I asked, breaking the silence. "It's not just numbers. There are names—people who worked with Gideon, who funded him, who stood by while he ruined lives."A chill ran down my spine. "Do you recognize any of them?"Miguel nodded slowly. "This one. Senator Halstead. If he's involved, it's bigger than we thought."Miguel POVEach entry wasn't just evidence—it was a ticking time bomb.Marissa paced near the window, her sharp eyes scanning the tree line. "Halstead is untouchable," she said, her voice low but firm. "If we go after him, we'll need more than this." She gestured toward the ledger.I leaned back, running a hand through my hair. "He's not the only one. Look at this—bank accounts, shell companies. Gideon didn't just work alone; he built an empire.""And we just cracked its foundation," Marissa replied.Isabel POVMiguel and Marissa's
Isabel POVI sat on the edge of the couch, the weight of the past few days pressing heavily on my chest.Miguel and Marissa were huddled at the table, their voices low as they reviewed the plan Victor had laid out. It was straightforward in theory: expose the information in the ledger through multiple channels to ensure it couldn't be suppressed. But in practice, it felt like a gamble with stakes far too high.I clutched the coffee mug in my hands, the heat seeping through my fingers as I tried to focus."You're quiet," Miguel said, his voice breaking through my thoughts.I looked up, meeting his steady gaze. "Just thinking.""Care to share?"I hesitated, then set the mug down. "Gideon's too calm. He's always a step ahead. What if this plan isn't enough?"Miguel POVIsabel's words hit harder than I wanted to admit. She was right—Gideon wasn't the kind of man to let things unravel without a contingency plan.Marissa leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms. "We can't afford to secon
Isabel POVThe door flew open. The sharp crack of gunfire filled the air almost immediately."Stay down!" he barked, his voice cutting through the noise.I bent low, my hands trembling as I held the knife Miguel had given me. Miguel POVThe ambush was worse than I'd anticipated. Gideon's men were already inside, their positions fortified. They weren't here to scare us—they were here to finish the job.I fired again, the shot hitting one of the men in the shoulder. He dropped his weapon with a grunt, collapsing behind a desk."Marissa, status!" I shouted over the din. "I'm pinned, but I'm fine!"I swore under my breath, scanning the room for Isabel. She was exactly where I'd left her, crouched behind the cabinet, her wide eyes watching everything."Hold on!" I called to her.Isabel POVThe air was thick with smoke and adrenaline, every second dragging on like an eternity. Miguel and Marissa moved.But Gideon's men weren't amateurs. They moved in calculated patterns; their firepower r
Isabel POVMiguel moved ahead of us, his eyes scanning the dark streets for threats, while Marissa brought up the rear, her weapon always ready."We need to find cover," Miguel said, his voice low but firm.Marissa nodded. "There's a construction site a few blocks from here. It'll buy us some time."Miguel glanced at me; his expression unreadable. "Can you keep up?"I nodded, swallowing the lump of fear in my throat. "I'm fine."Miguel POVThe construction site wasn't ideal, but it was the best option we had."Stay close," I said as we slipped through a gap in the chain-link fence.Inside, the air was heavy with the scent of dust and damp concrete. Marissa took point, her movements silent as she scouted ahead. I stayed close to Isabel, my hand resting on the grip of my gun."We'll rest here," Marissa said when she returned. "But not for long."Isabel POVI sat on a cold slab of concrete; my knees drawn to my chest as I tried to calm my racing heart. Miguel paced nearby, his eyes dart
Isabel POV“Why hasn’t the power come back yet?” the doctor demanded, his voice strained as his hands pressed firmly on Diego’s chest. Sweat clung to his forehead, his arms moving in a steady rhythm.The silence was deafening, broken only by the doctor’s rhythmic counting.Miguel’s flashlight wavered as he clenched it tighter. “Why isn’t this working? Where’s the backup generator?”The scarred man had disappeared from the room, leaving us in the dark with nothing but the dull beam of light catching Diego’s pale, lifeless face.Marissa pressed her back against the wall, breathing hard. “I’ll check the hall again.” She said as she walked out sluggishly.Miguel’s voice cracked. “You’re not going alone.”Marissa’s eyes met his, calm but serious. “Then stay here and make sure Diego keeps breathing. I’ll handle it.” She said promisingly.Miguel hesitated, then nodded. His focus stayed locked on Diego as the doctor kept pressing.Miguel POVThe doctor’s hands never stopped moving, his voice
Isabel POVThe hospital lights cut out, plunging the entire room into complete darkness. The machines keeping Diego stable went silent, and the sudden void pressed heavy on my chest.“Marissa? Miguel?” My voice was tight, barely above a whisper.“I’m here,” Marissa’s voice echoed from near the door, tense but steady.“I’m fine,” Miguel called back, his voice closer, more protective. “Isabel? Diego?”I felt Diego’s hand, still warm but unmoving. My fingers pressed lightly against his wrist, searching for the pulse. It was there—weak but steady.“I’ve got him,” I whispered, relieved but on edge. “He’s still here.”“What the hell just happened?” Marissa hissed; her countenance and expression barely visible against the window’s faint glow.Miguel fumbled with something, the sound of rustling fabric before a dim beam of light cut through the darkness. He’d switched on a small tactical flashlight, the narrow beam sweeping the room.The soft, shallow rise of Diego’s chest was visible again.
Isabel POVThe hospital lights cut out, plunging the entire room into complete darkness. The machines keeping Diego stable went silent, and the sudden void pressed heavy on my chest.“Marissa? Miguel?” My voice was tight, barely above a whisper.“I’m here,” Marissa’s voice echoed from near the door, tense but steady.“I’m fine,” Miguel called back, his voice closer, more protective. “Isabel? Diego?”I felt Diego’s hand, still warm but unmoving. My fingers pressed lightly against his wrist, searching for the pulse. It was there—weak but steady.“I’ve got him,” I whispered, relieved but on edge. “He’s still here.”“What the hell just happened?” Marissa hissed; her countenance and expression barely visible against the window’s faint glow.Miguel fumbled with something, the sound of rustling fabric before a dim beam of light cut through the darkness. He’d switched on a small tactical flashlight, the narrow beam sweeping the room.The soft, shallow rise of Diego’s chest was visible again.
Isabel POVThe footsteps grew louder. My pulse raced as I exchanged a glance with Miguel. Marissa raised her rifle slightly, ready but controlled.The door creaked open.Three men entered, dressed in dark suits, their expressions cold and professional. No visible weapons—but their rigid postures told me they were trained for this kind of situation.Miguel shifted, moving slightly in front of Diego. “Who the hell are you?”The tallest man, with a scar just above his eyebrow, raised his hands. “We’re here for you, Miguel. Your father sent us.”Silence fell over the room.Miguel’s expression twisted, a mix of relief and anger. “And where is he?”The scarred man kept his voice even. “Unavailable. But we’re under strict orders to secure your safety and assist with your brother’s care.”Miguel exhaled, shaking his head. “Of course, he sent his thugs instead of showing up himself.”The man didn’t react. “We’re here to help. That’s what matters.”Marissa POVMy finger hovered over the trigger
Isabel POVThe buzz of the drone overhead made me freeze mid-step. Marissa cursed under her breath; her rifle still hidden beneath her coat. Miguel’s grip on Diego tightened, his expression grim as he glanced up at the sky.“They’ve got eyes on us,” Marissa said sharply, scanning the horizon.Miguel’s face was tense. “We need to keep moving.”“Wait,” I said, holding up my hand. “Diego can’t handle this. He’s not ready to be moved like this—he’s barely stable.”Miguel hesitated, his jaw tightening as he looked down at his brother. Diego’s face was pale, his breathing labored.“She’s right,” Marissa added, her voice softening. “If we keep running, we’ll kill him.”Miguel exhaled sharply. “Then what’s the alternative? We can’t stay out here.”I glanced back at the hospital. “We go back in.” I said sharply.Miguel POVMy instinct was to argue, but she wasn’t wrong. Diego couldn’t handle another step, and the drone above us meant we were out of options.“Back in?” Marissa asked, incredulou
Isabel POVThe nurse's whispered warning hit me like a slap. "You're being followed."Miguel stiffened beside me, his grip tightening on Diego's arm as we half-carried, half-dragged him into the small hospital lobby. "Who's following us?" Marissa demanded, her tone sharp and low."I don't know who they are, but they've been asking questions. They came through here earlier, showing pictures. They're still nearby.""We don't have time for this. My brother needs help."The nurse hesitated, her eyes flickering between Diego's pale face and the tension in Miguel's stance. Finally, she nodded. "Room four. Down the hall. I'll get a doctor."Marissa moved to the door; her rifle hidden beneath her coat. "I'll keep an eye out," she said, her voice calm but firm.I followed Miguel down the hallway, my heart racing. Miguel POVI lowered Diego onto the examination bed, his weight sinking into the thin mattress. His face was ashen, his breaths shallow."Hang in there," I murmured, gripping his sh
Isabel POVThe burst of static from the hidden comm device made my heart stop. The voice that followed was unmistakable.“Don’t move. You’re surrounded.”Miguel tensed, his eyes narrowing. Marissa gripped her rifle, scanning the forest for movement.“Gideon,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.“Congratulations,” the voice said, almost amused. “You’ve made it farther than I expected. But it ends here.”Marissa glanced at me; her expression sharp. “He’s bluffing. If we were surrounded, we’d already see them.”“he’s not the kind of man who bluffs,” Miguel said.The comm device crackled again. “Miguel, Isabel, Marissa... even Diego. your little escape. Impressive, but futile. Surrender now, and I might let you live.”Miguel’s jaw tightened. “Not a chance.”Marissa POVI hated the way Gideon’s voice got under my skin, as if he was already one step ahead. But I wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction of seeing us panic.“We need to move,” I said quietly, keeping my rifle raised. “Now.”
Isabel POVThe sharp crack of gunfire echoed through the ravine, bouncing off the rocks. I froze. It wasn’t close, but it wasn’t far either.“They’ve found our trail.” Miguel said.“We need to move. Now.” Marissa said, her tone sharp.I glanced at Diego, slumped against the rock. His eyes fluttered open briefly, and he let out a weak groan. He wasn’t in any condition to walk, let alone run.“We can’t leave him behind,” I said firmly.Miguel didn’t even look at me as he slid his arm under Diego’s, hauling him upright. “We’re not.”Marissa scanned the trees, her rifle ready. “The sound came from the west. If we head east, we might have a chance to put some distance between us and them.”“Lead the way,” Miguel said, his voice strained under the weight of his brother.Miguel POVEvery step felt like a battle. Diego was dead weight, his head lolling against my shoulder, but there was no way I was letting go.Marissa moved ahead, her movements quick and quiet. Isabel stayed close, her breat
Isabel POVThe faint murmur of voices drifted through the trees, low but distinct. My pulse quickened, every instinct screaming at me to move, to run.Miguel crouched beside Diego, his head tilting toward the sound. His expression hardened, and he motioned for me to stay low.“They’re close,” he whispered.“Too close,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.Marissa slipped through the brush; her movements nearly silent. She crouched near us; her face drawn. “Four of them,” she said. “Armed. Moving toward the hollow.”Miguel cursed under his breath, his grip tightening on his rifle. Diego stirred, his eyes fluttering open.“We can’t fight them,” I said, keeping my voice steady despite the growing panic in my chest. “Not with Diego like this.”Marissa nodded. “Agreed. We’ll have to outmaneuver them.” She said her voice very firm.Miguel glanced at Diego, then back at us. “You two take him. I’ll lead them away.”“No,” I said sharply. “We stick together.” My expression very firm and