Braelyn's POV
Confusion clouded my mind. My stomach wrenched as the cars closed in around us. My fingers curled tightly in my lap, and I struggled to calm my racing thoughts. What was going on? I wondered.
The driver glanced at me briefly, his jaw tightly clenched. His eyes were razor sharp as he muttered, "Stay calm, Mrs James. Everything is going to be fine. I just need to reach my phone." He knew things were fucked up.
His hand brushed toward the device hidden in his coat pocket, but before he could grab it, a sharp crack split the night. A bullet struck the side mirror, shattering glass across the asphalt and making the phone slip from his grip.
I jerked and pressed myself into the seat, my body trembling as panic shot through me. I caught my breath, trying to steady myself, but there was no time to dwell on fear.
A car door opened in the shadows and a tall man stepped out. His suit was tailored perfectly, black as the night, and a mask covered the lower half of his face.
