If she succeeded, my child would never be safe.

A new boss would replace the old one, and the hunt for us would never end.

I looked down at my lap, my hands resting over my stomach.

I could feel the faint movement of the baby, a quiet reminder of what I was fighting for.

Running away would only keep us in the shadows forever.

I needed to stop running.

I needed to face Sophia myself and take back my own life.

“Where are we going?” I asked, breaking the silence in the car.

“To the office on Michigan Avenue,” Marcus said.

“Sophia will be waiting for the transfer confirmation there.”

“You are going to give her the docks?” I asked.

“I am going to make her think I am giving her the docks,” Marcus said.

He did not look at me as he spoke.

His eyes were fixed on the snowy road ahead, watching the tail lights of the lead security car.

Luca sat in the front passenger seat, silent, his head leaned against the glass.

The city skyline appeared in the distance, a gray smudge against the dark winter sky.