Rain exploded across the windshield like a thousand tiny explosions. The wipers fought uselessly against the downpour as the stolen car tore down the flooded city streets.
She never should have been here.
Sarah had met Jax two months earlier in a dive bar. He was charming, dangerous, covered in tattoos. He said he was done with the life. Just one last score — a simple jewelry store robbery. In and out. No one gets hurt. She believed him. She always believed him.
Tonight was supposed to be their fresh start.
Instead, she was driving for her life.
“You said this was just a robbery,” she screamed over the roar of rain and sirens. Her hands shook on the steering wheel. “Why is the police scanner screaming your name?”
Jax sat in the passenger seat, blood streaming from a fresh cut on his forehead, mixing with rainwater. The black handgun rested heavy in his lap. His jaw clenched.
“Drive faster, we’re almost out,” he growled, voice low and rough.
Sarah’s eyes darted to the police scanner mounted on the dash. The voice crackled through: Suspect armed… officer down… distinctive tattoo on right forearm…
Her stomach dropped. She knew that tattoo. She had traced it with her fingers just last night.
“They just said ‘officer down’…” Her voice cracked, tears mixing with the rain on her cheeks. “And described the shooter’s tattoo.”
For a second, the only sound was the storm and the tires slicing through water.
Jax turned slowly. The red and blue lights painted his bloody face like a demon. He raised the gun and pressed it against her side. The metallic click as he cocked it echoed louder than the thunder.
“Then I guess we both die tonight.”
Sarah’s breath caught. The car swerved slightly. Horns blared from behind. Police cruisers were gaining.
She remembered the moment it all went wrong. Jax walking out of the store not with bags of jewels, but covered in blood. A cop lying motionless on the ground. Jax jumping into the car, screaming at her to drive. She had frozen for half a second — long enough for him to point the gun at her and force her foot on the gas.
Now there was nowhere left to run.
“You killed him,” she whispered, voice trembling. “You lied to me.”
Jax laughed bitterly, a dark, broken sound. “You wanted excitement, baby. This is it.”
The car hit a deep puddle and fishtailed. Sarah fought the wheel, screaming as the back end slid toward a guardrail. Jax grabbed the wheel with his free hand, steadying them while still pointing the gun at her ribs.
Rain poured through the broken side window. Glass mixed with blood on the seats.
“I loved you,” she cried. “I gave up everything for you!”
His eyes softened for the briefest moment — then hardened again.
“Love gets you killed in this game.”
Sirens surrounded them now. Bright lights flooded the car from every direction. A police helicopter spotlight cut through the rain above.
Sarah looked at Jax one last time. The man she had risked her life for. The man who had just confessed to murder with a gun to her side.
She floored the accelerator.
The engine roared. The car surged forward toward the bridge ahead — and the river far below.
Jax’s eyes widened. “What the hell are you doing?!”
Sarah smiled through her tears, voice steady for the first time all night.
“If we’re both dying tonight… we’re doing it my way.”
The tires screamed. Rain blurred everything.
And the car flew off the edge of the bridge into darkness.
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