The room suddenly went silent.
The smile on Elliot's face disappeared instantly.
That was not the plan.
Not even close.
He had arranged everything for money — just money. Scare them, collect the cash, split it later. That was it.
But as he looked at his wife trembling in his arms, tears rolling down her cheeks while she held onto him as if he was her only safety... a strange guilt stabbed his chest.
For the first time that night, fear hit him.
Real fear.
The leader stepped closer.
"Move."
