(Aaron)
I staggered down a narrow alley, heart pounding as I leaned against the cold wall, trying to steady my breathing. The bullet wound in my leg throbbed hard, but I pushed the pain down. Pain meant nothing now. What mattered was that I was free, out of their grip, and that meant I could finish what I’d started.
The cops had been sloppy; they never saw me coming. A cracked window, a weak lock, and too many lazy guards. They thought that one gunshot wound and a few bars could keep me in. They didn’t know me.
I’d waited until the shift changed, keeping hidden until the moment was right. Just as I’d planned, no one saw me until I was already a ghost in the night, gone without a trace. Now, I was running with nothing but the clothes on my back and the hatred that I had for Olivia and De
