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    Meanwhile, on the road back, Christina and herpanions were halfway home.

    Elliott’s eyes flicked to the rearview mirror. That same car was still there. He frowned, jaw tightening. He had clocked it miles back and tried losing it once, twice—but it wouldn’t budge.

    “We’ve got a tail,” Elliott said tly, his voice like ice.

    Christina had been dozing with her head leaned back. At his words, her eyes snapped open. She looked into the side mirror. Sure enough, a ck sedan was following, keeping the same distance as if it were glued to them.

    “What do we do?” Eloise turned in her seat, eyes locking on the car behind, worry etched across her face.

    “I’ll hit the gas. Let’s see if we can shake them,” Elliott said, pressing harder on the pedal.

    No sooner had the words left his mouth than something mmed into the side of their car.

    “Shit—they’ve got guns!” Christina hissed, heart pounding. Her brows knit, a sh of regret crossing her face. She should have kept that silenced pistol.

    “If they can’tnd a shot on us, they’ll go for the tires next,” Elliott muttered, his expression darkening. He knew how these people yed.

    Eloise’s voice shook, panic creeping in. “Do you think the owner of the underground ring sent them? Why would they want us dead?”

    “Impossible.” Christina dismissed the notion immediately. “If the owner of the underground boxing arena wanted to take us out, he would’ve done it back at the arena. That’s his turf—way easier to trap us there than out here.”

    Eloise paused. The logic made sense, but it did nothing to ease the knot of unease in her gut.

    “Let’s switch,” Christina said, ncing at Elliott with a serious look. “Once we hit that stretch of empty road ahead, I’ve got a way to shake them off.” If she were alone, she might have flipped the tables right then and there. But with two people in the car, she couldn’t risk it.

    “Alright,” Elliott agreed without hesitation.

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    They swapped seats in a sh. Now behind the wheel, Christina gripped it tight, her expression sharp and focused. “Seatbelts. Hold on,” she warned, eyes locked on the road.

    “Okay!” both Elliott and Eloise replied in unison. They trusted Christina’s skills, certain that with her driving, they’d be safe.

    The moment they hit that long, lonely stretch, Christina floored it.

    The car behind stuck to them like glue, bullets narrowly missing their tires more than once. Up ahead, an intersection loomed. The green light was on, with a green arrow shing for a left turn.

    Christina had two choices—punch it straight through or take the turn. A cold, sly smile curved her lips. She mmed the gas, pretending she would go straight. The tailing car revved along with her, picking up speed.

    In the mirror, she caught the reflection of the car gaining—fast. They fell for it. Her eyes narrowed, a mischievous grin shing across her face.

    Without warning, Christina jerked the wheel and sent the car into a wless drift—clean, sharp, effortless. She cut a perfect left at the intersection, the tires screeching as the car hugged the curve with precision.

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