I never wanted this life for my son. I walked away from the races, the heists, the bloodshed—everything. I just wanted Brian to grow up in peace, without the weight of my past crushing him. But the past doesn’t stay buried.

Dante Reyes is here, and he’s not just after revenge. He’s after my bloodline.

I’m standing on the edge of the Alqueva Dam, the car trembling beneath me, Little B screaming in the passenger seat. Behind us, the bridge explodes—Dante’s trap, sprung. Ahead? Nothing but a 300-foot drop into the river below.

I look at my son. His eyes are wide, tears streaking his face. "Dad…?"

I don’t have a choice.

"Hold on, Brian," I say, gripping the wheel. "This is going to be a rough landing."

I floor it.

The car launches into the air just as the explosives detonate behind us. The last thing I see before we plunge is Dante’s smug face on a monitor, watching it all unfold.

We hit the water hard. The impact knocks the breath out of me. The car sinks fast.

Little B is still screaming.

I fumble for the door, the windows cracked but not broken. We’re running out of air.

Then—light. A shadow in the water. Something approaching.

Is it rescue?

Or another trap?