Chapter 93: The Trap

The room was a storm of motion—Dominic’s men surrounded us, their weapons raised. The red light on the bomb blinked faster, each pulse driving fear deeper into my chest. This was the endgame. Dominic had orchestrated everything to perfection.

Oliver was locked in a brutal struggle with one of the men, the two of them rolling across the wooden floor in a tangle of fists. Ava crouched by the couch, clutching Mikey protectively, her wide eyes darting toward me.

Think, Emily. Think. I couldn’t let it end here. Not like this.

I forced myself to focus on the blinking bomb—three wires: red, blue, and yellow. A classic trap, designed to make me overthink. I could disarm it. I had to. But that wouldn’t solve everything. We were still cornered. I needed to flip the situation—use their overconfidence against them.

I took a deep breath, steadying my thoughts. “Oliver!” I called, my voice sharp and clear. “Buy me 30 seconds!”

He shot me a grim look, then threw a brutal punch that sent his o