𝔅𝔬𝔯𝔫 𝔱𝔬 𝔡𝔦𝔢 - Rafe Cameron

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Jazmine raised her hands slowly, realizing there was no way out of this.

"You'll never make it out of here," she warned, her voice calm but firm.

"Lower your weapon," Kiara urged, trying to defuse the tension.

Rafe, his striking blue eyes locked on Jazmine, shook his head. "No, not until I'm sure she won't try anything."

Kiara pressed, "She's not going to do anything. Let her go."

Jazmine sighed, meeting Rafe's gaze. His intense stare was filled with suspicion, contrasting sharply with Kiara's hopeful demeanor. "I'm not going to do anything. Lower your weapon."

Without warning, Rafe grabbed her arm and spun her to face him. The weapon he held glinted ominously in the dim light, amplifying the tension between them.

"If you try to screw us over," he threatened, his voice low and dangerous, "I swear, I'll kill you."

Jazmine stayed silent, her expression unreadable. The weight of his words hung heavy in the air, but she felt a strange sense of resolve. She couldn't let fear dictate her actions now.

"You know this place?" Kiara asked, urgency lacing her voice. "Get us out of here."

Jazmine didn't meet her eyes, focusing on the ground instead. "The minute you're out, he'll know it was me. I'll get killed."

Kiara stepped closer, searching Jazmine's face for any hint of trust. "I promise we'll take you with us-on the boat."

Rafe didn't take his eyes off Jazmine, uncertain if he could trust her. He knew Kiara, but this woman was a mystery. What if she double-crossed them? What if she planned to throw them overboard and run straight to Singh?

"Right, Rafe?" Kiara urged, looking back at him.

After a beat, Rafe muttered, "Yeah, sure."

Jazmine finally exhaled and motioned for them to follow. "This way."

As they moved swiftly and silently through the house, Jazmine couldn't help but glance back at Rafe. His rugged features and disheveled clothes suggested he had seen his share of trouble, and the tension in his posture made him seem ready to spring into action at any moment. There was something unsettling yet captivating about him-she felt the weight of his gaze, assessing her, trying to read her intentions.

They reached the grand hall of the mansion, where the silence was almost deafening. Jazmine stayed close to Rafe, acutely aware of the weapon still in his hand. Suddenly, Kiara stopped in front of a large painting.

"What are you doing?" Rafe asked, confused.

Kiara didn't respond at first, staring intensely at the artwork. She then turned to Jazmine.

"Do you have a phone?" Kiara asked.

Jazmine hesitated for a second before nodding. "Yeah."

"Let me see it, please."

With a quick glance at Rafe, Jazmine handed over her phone. She looked around nervously, noticing the guards approaching from a distance.

"We need to go. Hurry up," Jazmine urged.

Kiara quickly snapped a photo of the painting before they all rushed out of the building.

"There," Jazmine pointed toward a delivery truck parked just beyond the gates. "The truck."

Without another word, they broke into a sprint. Jazmine was the first to reach the truck, climbing in swiftly, followed by Kiara. Rafe was close behind, and she extended her hand to him, pulling him up into the back. As they settled among the hay bales, Jazmine felt a sense of urgency; they had to get out before it was too late.