With the last of her strength, she reached for the fallen gun— and before the drug could fully kick in, she pulled the trigger.
Bang!
The man staggered back, blood blooming on his chest.
Leyla panted heavily, her knees nearly buckling beneath her.
The room spun around her.
Her body was giving up— but she refused to collapse.
Not yet.
Ozan's voice cut through the ringing in her ears.
"LEYLA!"
I'm fine Ozan go deal with them. Leyla said as she grabbed the gun again and shot another man but she missed it because that drug was making her numb and weak she shot again this time the bullet went straight to that man's leg.
Leyla sighed in relief.
Ozan turned away, gripping his gun tighter. With lethal precision, he took down the remaining men, his movements swift, controlled, and deadly.
The leader, who had been watching the chaos unfold, raised his hands slowly, smirking.
"You fight well, but you've already lost." He gestured toward Leyla.
Ozan's blood ran cold.
He snapped his gaze toward her—just in time to see Leyla sway, her eyelids fluttering.
"Shit."
He rushed toward her, catching her before she collapsed completely.
Her body felt limp in his arms.
"I said I'm fine…" she mumbled, her voice barely above a whisper.
Ozan gritted his teeth.
She was fading fast.
He turned back toward the leader, his eyes burning with fury.
"What the hell did you inject her with?"