Chapter 103

• Lucia's POV
• Ryan and I sprinted through the bar’s back alley, rain pouring down, soaking our clothes to the skin. Federal agents shouted behind us.. “Stop! FBI!”.. their voices echoing off the brick walls. My sneakers slipped on the wet pavement, my heart pounding so hard I thought it’d burst. Ryan grabbed my hand, pulling me forward, his grip tight, desperate. “This way,” he gasped, yanking me around a corner, into a narrow side street lined with dumpsters. The rain stung my eyes, blurred everything, but we didn’t stop. Couldn’t stop.
• We dodged into an old building, some abandoned warehouse or safehouse.. Ryan knew the code for the door, punched it in fast, his fingers shaking. We tumbled inside, slamming the door shut, hearts racing. The place was dark, dusty, smelled like mold and old wood. I leaned against the wall, my breath coming in ragged gasps, water dripping from my hair. “What the hell, Ryan?” I said, my voice shaking. “They found us. How?”