Chapter 956
“No time for a reunion,” Alistair said, vaulting out of the passenger seat and sprinting toward the sedan. “We have company coming up the coast.”
“Parker, in the back with your mother and Felix!” Liam commanded. “Skye, with me. Alistair, take the sedan — you’re the lead car. Clear the path.”
“Copy,” Alistair said, sliding behind the wheel. “Moving in three, two, one.”
The convoy peeled out, tires screaming against the pavement. In the rearview mirror, Skye watched Parker huddle against his mother in the backseat, one arm wrapped around her protectively. They had done it — pulled her out from under Victor Carter’s nose.
“Mom?” Parker’s voice came softly through the comms link. “It’s me. It’s Parker.” Martha stared at the passing streetlights, eyes unfocused. She flinched as headlights swept across the car interior.
“We’ve got company,” Liam said, his gaze snapping to the side mirror. Two black SUVs had torn out from a side road, closing fast. “Victor’s men.”
“I thought we were clear!” Felix shouted from the backseat, his earlier relief dissolving into fear.
“Victor Carter doesn’t let things go,” Liam said grimly, shifting gears. The car surged forward. “Get down!”
Gunfire erupted from the pursuing vehicles. Bullets sparked off the asphalt and pinged against the GTR’s reinforced rear bumper.
𝖠ddіc𝗍i𝘷𝗲 s𝗍oriеѕ 𝘰𝗇 𝗴𝘢l𝗻о𝗏e𝘭s.𝘤o𝗆
“Alistair, we need a diversion!” Skye yelled into her radio.
“Copy,” Alistair replied, his voice perfectly calm. “Deploying countermeasures.”
Ahead, the sedan swerved sharply. A cloud of dense white smoke billowed from its rear, swallowing the road. The pursuing SUVs slammed their brakes, tires shrieking as they vanished into the impenetrable fog.
Liam didn’t slow. He cut a hard right onto an access road and killed the headlights, dissolving into the darkness like a ghost.
Twenty minutes later, the GTR rolled into the underground garage of one of Skye’s safe houses — a nondescript warehouse buried in the industrial district.
The moment the car stopped, the doors flew open.
Parker helped his mother out. Her legs gave way entirely, but he and Felix caught her between them before she hit the ground.
Felix looked at the woman who had raised Parker, his face pale, etched with something unreadable. “She needs medical attention,” he said, his voice strained.
“Victoria’s prepping the infirmary,” Skye said, already moving toward the elevator. “Let’s go.”
Inside, the air was sterile and cool — a stark contrast to the chaos they had left behind. Victoria Hayes met them at the door, her face set in a mask of professional calm.
“Bring her here,” Victoria said, gesturing to a medical cot. She began checking Martha’s vitals immediately, her movements swift and precise.
Skye stepped back and drifted to the far side of the room, near the ventilation fans. She needed air. Her adrenaline was crashing, leaving her cold and unsteady.
Liam followed without a word. He leaned against a concrete pillar, his presence a quiet anchor.
“We got her,” Skye said, barely above a whisper.
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