The sirens came at dawn.
Faint at first — like a bad dream.
But by the time Nick jolted awake and yanked Noah up from the concrete floor of the train yard, they were real. Louder. Closer. Inevitable.
> "They found us," he muttered.
> "Where do we go?" she asked, grabbing her torn backpack.
> "Doesn't matter. We don't stop running."
They darted between train cars, shadows cutting across steel and rust. Nick's chest heaved, adrenaline surging. He looked back once — and that's when he saw him.
Matteo.
Suit, gun, and cold eyes.
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> "Nick!" Noah screamed as the shot rang out.
It missed by inches, smashing into the train's undercarriage.
Nick turned, grabbed a rock, and hurled it with everything he had. It didn't hit Matteo — but it bought them three seconds. Enough to slip between the cars and into the drainage tunnel.
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They ran until the world blurred.
By the time they stopped, they were in a warehouse — half-collapsed, soaked in rain, hearts thundering. Noah fell to her knees.
> "He wants you dead," she whispered.
> "He wants control. Killing me would be too easy."
> "Why does he hate you?"
Nick didn't answer at first.
Then:
> "Because I was supposed to be like him. Cruel. Empty. Loyal to my father's world. But I chose different. I chose you."
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Silence.
Only the dripping of broken pipes.
Noah reached out and cupped his bruised face.
> "We'll keep running if we have to. But not forever, Nick. We need to fight back."
> "Fight how?"
> "Whatever they're afraid of — we use it."
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That night, they broke into William's law firm.
Through a back window.
Noah copied emails from his personal computer. Names. Bank accounts. Secret transactions.
> "He's laundering money," she whispered. "Through your name."
Nick stared at the screen, fury rising.
> "He's trying to frame me for everything."
> "Not anymore. We take this to the press."
> "We take it to Matteo first," Nick corrected. "If we're going down, he's going with us."
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Before they left, Nick stopped in his father's private office.
He opened a drawer and pulled out a velvet box.
Inside: a silver ring.
> "My mother's," he said quietly. "He kept it. Like a trophy."
He turned to Noah.
> "I don't have much. But I want you to have this."
He slid the ring on her finger.
No big speeches.
No kneeling.
Just a vow in his eyes.
> "I'm yours, Noah. Whatever comes next — I won't run without you."
> "Then don't," she whispered. "Let's run toward something for once."