With Ava in his arms — her pulse weak but persistent — Theo turned back toward Marco and the soldiers closing in. His piercing green eyes glimmered in the thunderous heavens — rich with a newfound resolve.
"That's enough." Theo said quietly, yet his voice seemed to cut through the rain and thunder alike. "This isn't finished… not by a long shot."
He pressed a small button hidden under his lapel. A rich growl filled the air as a matte-black armored vehicle roared into view, tearing through a fence and grinding to a dramatic halt beside him.
"Theo! Get in!" called a voice from the driver's seat — Nico, a lifelong friend who hadn't betrayed him.
Gently, Theo placed Ava across the back seat, her pulse weak but present. His rich hands trembled as he pressed a protective kiss to her forehead. "Stay with me, Ava… please… please."
Turning back toward Marco, Theo drew his pistol — rich, sleek, a symbol of power and revenge. "This isn't over, brother."
With a dramatic squeeze of the trigger, a single shot struck a nearby rooftop — a warning, a vow — then Theo hopped into the vehicle. The wheels spun on gravel; the car surged forward, tearing away from the soldiers and the showdown — rich thunderclaps and sparks marking their dramatic getaway.