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    A blue-haired thug blocked her path, but Sandra didn’t hesitate to drive forward; he leapt aside just in time.


    Speeding out of the garage, she nced back, seeing the gang in pursuit, one of them brandishing a pistol and shooting at her car. But as she exited, three vehicles loomed at the exit,pletely barring her way.


    She had no choice but to m the brakes.


    Instantly, the thugs swarmed, renewing their attack on her car.


    “Get out now!”


    “Or we will kill you!”


    Sandra checked her phone. Only ten minutes had passed since she had dialed Brenna.


    The guy with the gun fired several shots at the door lock, but the car showed barely a mark, the lock unshaken.


    “You bitch—wait till I get this door open! Let’s see how I deal with you!” Mitch bellowed. “Light the car up! Smoke her out!”


    Just then, a sharp screech of tires cut through the chaos as another luxury car pulled up close by.


    Mitch whipped around, smirking viciously. “Oh, another one? Bring it! Who else wants to y?”


    Brenna and Ethan slipped out of the car, keeping low as they took stock of the chaos unfolding in front of them.


    Ethan’s gaze, cold and unyielding, stayed fixed on the group of thugs. A second car rolled up, and from it, Gary Holmes and Felix Ford, two bodyguards, stepped out, each one sliding into ce to form a protective wall in front of Brenna and Ethan.


    These weren’t Brenna’s usual bodyguards—those two had been reassigned to head security at Ernst’s estate, leaving Gary and Felix with her, both trusted subordinates of the Harpers, sharp on their feet and easier on the eyes.


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    Spotting the new backup, Mitch froze. His crew bunched together, weapons raised, every muscle tense and eyes flicking from one target to another.


    Mitch quickly sized up the situation. None of the four people who had just arrived seemed to be armed. If they had guns, he figured, they would have pulled them out by now.


    He barked out a threat, keeping his gun level. “Back off and stay out of this, or I’ll shoot you.”


    One of his men, Brad Reid, scoffed, spitting at the pavement. “They’re not armed!”


    No weapons meant these neers were nothing to worry about.


    With that, one of the thugs swaggered forward, his confidence rising with every step. “Rx, we’ve got this. We’ve got more people on our side and guns.”


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