Vincent’s car was reinforced, but even the toughest glass couldn’t escape the assault. The bullets only left small scratches, but the intention was clear.

Both Vincent and Katelyn knew the game had changed.

Vincent quickly hit the button to deflate the airbags, giving them some breathing room.

“Stay calm,” he said softly.

“They can’t get to us for now.”

The earlier shot at the wetland park had been a feint. This was the real trap, the ambush waiting to happen.

The road stretched out before them, empty and desolate. It was the perfect place for an attack—no other cars, few pedestrians, and the fading light giving the attackers cover.

Katelyn glanced toward the source of the gunfire, her expression grim.

“We can’t just stay here. We need a way out.”

If they didn’t act fast, this car would be their coffin.

The attackers were masked, faceless. Katelyn’s eyes scanned the situation quickly, calculating the odds. There were at least a dozen of them. She exhaled sharply.

“Looks like they really do want me dead!” But where was Sophia? She hadn’t seen Sophia anywhere.

The gunfire continued.

Vincent turned to Katelyn.

“Stay here. I’ll take care of this.”

He yanked the wheel, but with the tires already wrecked, the car swerved unpredictably, lurching dangerously.

This wasn’t going to work. Katelyn shot him a look.

“Give me your gun!”

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Staying on the defensive was no longer an option. They needed to fight back, or they’d be sitting ducks!

Without a word, Vincent passed the gun to her.

As the car rocked and swayed, the attackers’ gunfire didn’t let up. Katelyn knew opening the passenger window was a death sentence—one wrong move, and the car would become a tomb for both of them. So, she slid into the back seat. This way, if anyone was going to take the hit, it would be her—not Vincent.

Vincent’s brows furrowed, but he didn’t argue.

“Be careful,” he warned. Katelyn didn’t answer, already rolling the window down just enough to get a shot.

And then—bang, bang!—the bullets tore through the air again, relentlessly hammering the car. Without hesitation, Katelyn ducked. The interior of the car became a shredded mess as the gunfire rained down.

But Katelyn didn’t hesitate. She rose swiftly, pulling the trigger twice in rapid succession.

Bang! Bang!

Two attackers dropped to the ground, their bodies falling like ragdolls. Katelyn’s aim was deadly accurate, a reminder of her precise skill. The jolting of the car made it harder to steady her shots, but she didn’t falter.

Her stomach churned as the aftershock of the impact threatened to overtake her. The constant swaying of the car made it feel like she was about to lose control and wretch.

Vincent caught sight of her discomfort, his voice sharper now.

“Hold on, Katelyn. I’ve got this.”

Katelyn gritted her teeth.

Then, without missing a beat, she fired again. Bang! Bang! Two more attackers hit the dirt. That brought the count down to about eight, and their attack had lost some of its intensity.

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