Chapter 8 - The Escape
Just as Julian went to pull the trigger,
a loud crash echoed from the lower floor of the warehouse.
The heavy wooden doors were smashed open,
and the sound of sirens filled the night air.
Thomas,
the loyal driver,
had betrayed his employers and called the federal authorities,
knowing the local police were corrupt.
Julian panicked,
looking toward the window,
realizing his time was running out.
Clara used the distraction to throw the iron pipe at his head,
knocking him off balance once more.
She grabbed Elena’s hand,
pulling her toward the fire escape at the back of the building.
They ran down the rusty metal stairs,
the rain pouring down on them,
washing away the blood and dirt.
Behind them,
they heard Julian shouting commands to his guards,
but the federal agents were already swarming the building.
The sisters reached the alleyway,
running as fast as their legs could carry them,
not looking back.
They reached Clara’s car,
jumping inside,
and Clara slammed on the gas pedal,
the tires screeching loudly.
They drove away from the docks,
the sirens fading in the distance,
but the danger was far from over.
"Are you okay,"
Clara asked,
looking at Elena’s bruised face with deep concern.
"I am alive,
thanks to you,"
Elena whispered,
clutching Clara's hand tightly.
"Where can we go,"
Elena asked,
knowing the Blackstones had eyes everywhere.
"We are going to the only place they can't touch us,"
Clara decided,
"my grandmother's old cottage in the mountains."
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It was a hidden sanctuary,
and the perfect place to figure out their next move.
