The cold of the room seemed to seep into Mae's bones, chilling her from the inside out. Bella's words echoed in her head, drowning out everything else. Don't trust anyone. They're watching you. Layla wasn't the first.

Mae stood in her dressing room, her hands gripping the vanity until her knuckles turned white. The fear had never felt this intense, never this palpable. It was as if the very air around her was tightening, making it impossible to breathe.

She couldn't stay here. Not anymore.

Her mind raced as she thought of her options. Running seemed impossible, but staying would be even worse. If she stayed, they would close in on her, just as they had done with Layla, and God knew how many others. She would end up like them, vanishing without a trace, just another name whispered in the back halls of Hell's Angels.

Her phone buzzed in her hand, jolting her from her thoughts. The screen lit up with another message. Her heart dropped as she saw the same unknown number.

"You're playing a dangerous game, Mae."

The room swirled around her, and Mae felt her knees weaken. She stumbled back, gripping the edge of the vanity for support. They were always there, always watching. The paranoia she had been trying to suppress erupted, her mind conjuring images of eyes in every corner, unseen figures tracking her every move.

How had it come to this?

Her body trembled as she opened her messages, her fingers barely able to type. She had to do something, anything, to take control of the situation.

"What do you want from me?" she typed out, her breath shaking.

The response was almost immediate, as if they had been waiting for her.

"Stop asking questions. Stay where you belong."

Mae's chest tightened. The words felt more final than ever before. They weren't giving her a choice. They weren't just controlling her—they were demanding her silence, her obedience. Every instinct in her body screamed that if she didn't stop now, they would crush her. But how could she stop when she didn't even understand who they were?

Her phone buzzed again, another message from the same number.

"You're being watched. We're everywhere. Run, and we will find you."

Her hands were trembling so much that she almost dropped the phone. The weight of their words pressed down on her like an iron fist. The walls of Hell's Angels were no longer just walls—they were her prison, and the people behind it had made sure she knew it.

She stood up abruptly, pacing the small room. She felt suffocated, like the room was shrinking around her. There was no air, no space. The fear and panic clawed at her chest, making it hard to think straight. Mae's gaze flickered to the door. She needed to leave. To get away from here, even if it was just for a few minutes.

Throwing on her jacket, Mae made her way out of the dressing room, careful to avoid the main corridors where staff might notice her. She wasn't sure where she was going—her mind was too clouded to think clearly—but she knew she had to move. She had to put distance between herself and the club, between herself and Charlie, and between herself and the looming threat of those watching her every step.

As she stepped outside, the cool night air hit her like a slap, pulling her out of the panic that had been building inside. The city was quieter at this hour, the streets more empty than usual. A thin fog rolled in, adding to the eeriness that now surrounded her. The neon lights of the club flickered behind her as she walked, her footsteps echoing in the silence.

Her phone buzzed again, and Mae's stomach lurched. She pulled it out, her heart pounding in her chest as she read the latest message.

"Leaving already? We're watching, Mae. Always watching."

She stopped dead in her tracks, her blood running cold. Slowly, she turned her head, scanning the street, the windows of nearby buildings, the parked cars. She couldn't see anyone, but that didn't mean they weren't there. Her breath hitched as she felt the weight of unseen eyes on her, the creeping realization that no matter where she went, they would be there.

She clutched her phone tightly, her hands shaking as she typed out a response.

"Who are you?"

There was no reply. The silence was deafening.

Mae's pulse raced as she forced herself to keep walking, each step heavier than the last. She couldn't go far, not without them finding her. But where could she go? There was nowhere safe. No one she could turn to. Bella's warning had been clear—trust no one.

She thought about Layla again. What had she found out that had gotten her killed? Mae had tried not to dig too deeply, to avoid making the same mistakes, but she couldn't help it. She needed answers. She needed to understand what was happening, why she was being targeted, and who was behind it all.

But every step she took only brought her closer to the edge, and now, she was dangling over a precipice with no way back.

Mae continued walking aimlessly, her mind racing, the fog thickening around her. She reached into her jacket pocket for her phone, half-expecting another message, another threat, but instead, her phone remained silent.

The quiet was unnerving. She had come to expect the constant buzz of warnings, the steady stream of threats from the unknown figure pulling the strings. But now, as she wandered through the darkened streets, the lack of communication made her feel even more on edge.

The city seemed deserted, the fog curling through the narrow alleyways like ghostly fingers. The shadows felt alive, shifting with every movement, and Mae's heart raced as she quickened her pace.

Just when she thought the tension couldn't get any worse, she saw them.

Two figures stood at the end of the block, their faces obscured by the fog. Mae's pulse quickened, fear gripping her tightly as she froze in place. They were watching her. Waiting for her to make a move.

Her mind screamed for her to run, but her legs felt like they were rooted to the ground. She couldn't move, couldn't breathe. The two figures remained still, their presence more intimidating than anything she had faced so far.

Mae's phone buzzed in her pocket, the sudden sound startling her. With trembling hands, she pulled it out and glanced at the screen.

"Keep walking. Don't stop."

Her heart raced as she looked back up at the figures, her breath catching in her throat. They hadn't moved, but the threat was clear. Mae swallowed hard and forced herself to keep walking, her legs shaky as she moved past the figures. She didn't dare look back.

The street stretched out in front of her, a dark and empty expanse that seemed to go on forever. Mae's footsteps echoed in the silence, and she could feel the weight of the figures' gaze on her back as she walked.

The fog thickened around her, the streetlights casting eerie, flickering shadows on the ground. Mae's mind raced with fear and uncertainty. She had no idea where she was going, no plan, no escape route. All she knew was that she couldn't stop, couldn't let them catch her.

Her phone buzzed again, and Mae nearly jumped out of her skin. She pulled it out, her hands trembling as she read the new message.

"Don't try anything. We'll know."

Mae's stomach churned as she stuffed the phone back into her pocket. She was trapped. No matter where she went, they were watching. They had eyes everywhere.

She kept walking, her heart racing, her mind spinning. She needed to think, needed to figure out a way to escape this nightmare. But every thought was clouded by fear, by the knowledge that one wrong move could mean the end for her.

As she reached the end of the block, Mae glanced around, looking for any sign of safety, any place she could hide. But the city seemed vast and empty, the buildings looming over her like silent sentinels. There was nowhere to go.

Her phone buzzed once more, and Mae's hands shook as she pulled it out.

"Time's running out, Mae."

Her heart pounded in her chest as she stared at the message, her breath coming in shallow gasps. They were toying with her, pushing her closer to the edge. But she couldn't let them win. She couldn't let them break her.

Mae looked around, scanning the foggy street, her mind racing for any possible escape. But deep down, she knew the truth.

There was no way out.