The world was a blur of motion and noise, a chaotic symphony of shouts, gunfire, and the roar of engines. Lorenzo’s men moved with military precision, their faces grim as they carried their boss to the waiting getaway car. Blood dripped from his body, leaving a trail of crimson on the cracked pavement. Cora followed close behind, her hands pressed firmly against the wound in his chest, her fingers slick with his blood.
"Faster!" she barked, her voice sharp and commanding, though her heart was pounding in her chest. "Antonio, drive faster!"
Antonio didn’t respond, his jaw clenched as he gripped the steering wheel, the car speeding through the narrow streets. Becky sat in the passenger seat, her eyes darting to the rearview mirror every few seconds, her face pale but determined.
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