ACE'S POV
The car swerved hard around a bend, tires screaming against wet asphalt. I braced Sharon closer to my chest, her head limp against my shoulder. Her breathing… wasn't breathing. Too shallow. Too slow. Too quiet.
"Faster," I growled.
"Yes, sir!" the driver yelled, knuckles white on the wheel.
Through the back window, the black SUVs kept coming, Langley's people . My father's men. They weren't shooting yet.
They didn't need to, but they knew this terrain better than anyone. They knew exactly where they were pushing us toward.
A trap.
Another sharp turn. I tightened my grip around Sharon, blocking her from the jolt. My heart slammed against my ribs like it wanted out.
"Give me the chance to show how wicked I am to my father," I whispered bitterly to myself, hoping Sharon would hear…
Victor was born in it… I wasn't, atleast… I wasn't supposed to be.
I wasn't the one who pulled triggers.
I wasn't the one who hunted people down.
I wasn't the one who…
