CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO

ALEXEI

We trailed Ivan through the city streets, our convoy of vehicles blending with the urban chaos. The tension inside our car was visible. 

I still couldn't shake the disbelief that Ivan, someone I considered part of our close-knit group, was the mole feeding information to the enemy.

Yaz's grip on the steering wheel tightened as we went through the maze of roads. The city lights flickered like distant stars, casting an otherworldly glow on the streets. 

My mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions — anger at Ivan's betrayal, worry for Zoey's safety, and the burning determination to dismantle the trafficking ring that had her.

I broke the silence. "Yaz, we need to stay vigilant. Ivan may lead us into a trap."

Yaz nodded, his jaw clenched. "I'm ready for whatever comes, Alexei."

We maintained a safe distance, ensuring Ivan remained oblivious to our pursuit. The city's heartbeat pulsed around us a