She brought his gun!

Annie jumped out the car, brandishing Dean's handgun. The men jumped back, startled to be seeing her instead of Dean. She wasted no time dispatching of Tristan's goons, pumping all three of them full of lead and incapacitating them immediately.

All that was left now were Annie and Tristan, frozen in time in an almost cinematic setting. A deadly standoff between ex-lovers in the middle of nowhere, illuminated only by the headlights of a stolen car. It was not until she heard Nina's muffled screams from the trunk of Tristan's car did Annie snap back to reality. She saw that Tristan did not have the same look of fear on his face that his men once did - he was instead looking directly into her eyes with a smug, smouldering grin. He had always thought she couldn't stand to kill him. No other man had the perfect combo of a handsome face, huge muscles, and enormous package that he did, and he was content with the fact that Annie would be living a very unsatisfied sex life if he was gone.

Annie had countless thoughts and fears running through her head, but she had to act now...