The car sped down the dimly lit road, its tires screeching against the asphalt as Marcus weaved through traffic with expert precision. In the backseat, Isabella cradled Liam against her, her hands pressing firmly against his wound to slow the bleeding.
"Stay with me, Liam," she urged, her voice steady despite the panic gripping her chest. "Just a little longer, we're almost there."
Liam's head lolled against the seat, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The blood soaking through his bandages made Isabella's stomach twist, but she refused to let fear take over.
Up front, Christina kept glancing back, worry etching lines into her otherwise sharp features. "He's losing too much blood," she said urgently. "We need to get there faster."
"I'm going as fast as I can," Marcus growled, gripping the steering wheel tighter. His knuckles were white, his jaw clenched in frustration. "The damn police are already on their way to the scene. We can't draw attention."
