Chapter 396

The night was supposed to be theirs. They had escaped, survived impossible odds, and left Bernardo bleeding on the cold ground. But fate had other plans.

They wondered how come he was alive. They had witnessed him go on his knees, blood all over him.

The deafening roar of helicopter blades grew louder, sending shockwaves through Brandon’s chest. 

The floodlights cut through the dense trees, slicing through the shadows that had once been their cover. The tracker beneath the seat blinked like a taunting heartbeat—steady, unrelenting, and damning.

Teresa’s fingers flew over her laptop, her breath ragged. “I need time,” she muttered, panic lacing her voice.

“We don’t have time,” Lucas growled, yanking a rifle from the back. “They’re here.”

Jessica shifted, barely conscious, her breathing uneven. Hannah took a deep breathe while having a second thoughts.

Maybe she should just surrender herself to Bernardo and all this would be over. But Bran