Page 13 of The Bratva Stalker's Ruthless Claim

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A cold sensation spreads down my spine.

Now I’m certain.

I grip the steering wheel harder.

My hands start to shake, but I force myself to breathe.

Panic won’t help.

Think.

I glance at the rearview mirror again.

Dark vehicle. Tinted windows. The headlights sit slightly lower than my car. Older model sedan. Partial license plate—

I repeat the numbers quietly under my breath so I won’t forget them.

The driver taps the brakes. Twice. Short rhythm. Then again, a few seconds later.

I notice everything.

Even now.

Even with my heart hammering in my chest.

Observation is instinct.

I could call Raelyn.

Her husband would likely send a convoy of armed men within ten minutes.

But that would also raise…questions.

And chaos.

So instead, I reach for my phone and hit the call button for campus security.

The phone rings through the car speakers.

Once.

Twice.

Before it can ring the third time—

Blinding headlights explode in my rearview mirror.

“What—”

The impact hits a second later.

The black sedan slams into my rear bumper with brutal force.

My car jerks violently forward, the steering wheel ripping sideways under my hands.

“Shit—!”

The tires screech as the car spins halfway across the road. The world turns into a blur of asphalt, headlights, and flashing dashboard lights.

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