Yelena didn't look back. Instead, her gaze locked onto me through the small window in the door, her voice low and urgent. "Jack, take care of her," she said, her eyes burning with intensity. "I can't live like this—always a target. Let me end this once and for all." Her voice softened, just for a second. "And Claire… leave the job. Be with Jack. Don't be stubborn."
Claire's voice was a scream, her eyes filling with tears. "You crazy bitch—come back!"
I didn't hesitate.
I stepped forward, my hand striking Claire's temple with precise force. She crumpled, unconscious, into my arms. I turned to Natalya, my voice firm. "Take care of her, wife."
Natalya didn't question me. She nodded, her expression serious as she took Claire from my arms. "Polina, get everyone out. Now," she ordered, her voice leaving no room for argument.
Polina's eyes flicked to me, her voice urgent. "Where are you going? We need to get out of here—"
