All Mine

On The Run

The early morning sun cast long shadows over the deserted road as Yakimano, Y/N, and Josh sped away from the cabin. The tension inside the vehicle was palpable, each of them lost in their own thoughts, the events of the night replaying in their minds.

Josh broke the silence first, his voice shaky. "What now? Where do we go?"

Yakimano kept his eyes on the road, his mind working through their options. "We head to the safe house. It's about an hour away. Jensen will meet us there."

Y/N winced, adjusting her position to ease the pain in her leg. "We can't keep running forever, Yakimano. We need a plan."

"I know," he replied, glancing at her with a mixture of concern and determination. "But right now, we need to regroup. Jensen's reinforcements will give us some breathing room."

The car fell silent again, the hum of the engine the only sound. After a few minutes, Y/N turned to Josh. "Tell us more about what you heard. The more we know, the better we can prepare."

Josh swallowed hard, his hands fidgeting nervously. "I was working at this warehouse. Just a temp job, you know? I overheard some guys talking about a big shipment. Drugs, money, everything. I didn't mean to eavesdrop, but they saw me. I ran and hid out in the woods until I found your place."

Yakimano nodded, his mind piecing together the implications. "The Cartel doesn't take loose ends lightly. If they think you're a threat, they'll keep coming."

Josh's face paled. "I didn't ask for this. I just wanted to stay alive."

"And you will," Y/N said firmly, giving him a reassuring look. "We're in this together now."

As they neared the safe house, a small cabin nestled deep in the woods, Yakimano slowed the car. "We'll stay here until Jensen arrives. Keep your guard up."

They pulled into the driveway, the surroundings eerily quiet. Yakimano helped Y/N out of the car, supporting her weight as they walked towards the cabin. Josh followed closely, his eyes darting nervously around.

Inside, Yakimano secured the door and checked the windows. "This place is stocked with supplies. We should be safe for now."

Y/N sat on the couch, wincing as she propped her injured leg up. "Can you check the wound, Yakimano? It's hurting more."

He nodded, grabbing the first aid kit from a nearby shelf. Carefully, he examined the bullet wound. "It's a clean shot. I'll bandage it up, but you need rest."

As he worked, Josh paced the small living room. "What if they find us here? What if—"

"They won't," Yakimano interrupted, his voice calm but firm. "We've covered our tracks. Jensen's men are watching the roads."

Just then, the sound of a car approaching made them all tense. Yakimano stood, his hand on his gun. "Stay here."

He moved to the window, peering out cautiously. Relief washed over him when he saw Detective Jensen's familiar face. He opened the door, letting Jensen and two of his men inside.

"Glad you made it," Yakimano said, shaking Jensen's hand.

Jensen nodded, his expression grim. "We've secured the perimeter. But the Cartel's resources are vast. This is just a temporary fix."

Y/N looked up from the couch, her face pale but resolute. "What's our next move?"

Jensen sighed, running a hand through his hair. "We need to get Josh into protective custody. The sooner, the better. You two should lay low until this blows over."

Yakimano shook his head. "We can't just sit back. We need to take the fight to them. End this once and for all."

Jensen frowned. "That's a dangerous game, Yakimano. The Cartel won't hesitate to kill anyone in their way."

"Neither will we," Yakimano replied, a steely determination in his eyes.

Y/N reached out, taking Yakimano's hand. "We're with you. Whatever it takes."

Josh nodded, his fear giving way to resolve. "I'm tired of running. I want to help."

Jensen looked at each of them, a mixture of admiration and concern on his face. "Alright. We'll plan our next steps carefully. But remember, one wrong move could cost us everything."

As they huddled together, planning their strategy, the reality of their situation set in. They were up against a powerful enemy, but they had something the Cartel didn't—a bond forged in the fires of survival.

The night had tested their limits, but it had also strengthened their resolve. Together, they would face whatever came next, ready to fight for their lives and their future.