one hundred and thirty two

Drake’s POV

As I stood there, surrounded by Dante's and Elijah's men, a sense of dread washed over me. The weight of the situation pressed down on my shoulders, but I knew deep down that surrender was not an option. I couldn't bear the thought of looking my brother in the eyes, let alone submitting to him. And as for Elijah, his betrayal cut deep, especially knowing that Vanessa, someone he held dear, is still with me.

In that pivotal moment, I realized that escape was my only chance. The odds were stacked against me, outnumbered and outmatched, but I couldn't let fear dictate my actions. I had to stay true to my plan, regardless of the risks. Every fiber of my being screamed for me to fight, to find a way out of this predicament.

My thoughts raced, a whirlwind of determination and desperation. I knew that my survival depended on my ability to outsmart and outmaneuver my adversaries. With a calculated mind, I scanned the surroundings, searching for any possible advantage, any opening