Chapter 7 - The Blood Bargain
Natalie stared at the horrifying video feed, her hands shaking violently as Chloe wept uncontrollably in the background.
Despite her sister's profound betrayal earlier that day, Natalie could not stomach the thought of letting her die.
She showed the terrifying video to Raymond, her tear-filled eyes silently pleading for him to help her.
Raymond cursed under his breath, recognizing the dark basement from an old case file involving the syndicate.
He told her it was located in an abandoned meatpacking warehouse near the desolate southern shipping docks.
He warned her that walking into that warehouse was exactly what Marcus wanted, and it was absolute suicide.
Natalie set her jaw, wiping the tears from her face, and declared that she was not hiding in the woods anymore.
She demanded that Raymond take her to the warehouse so they could end this nightmare once and for all.
Raymond saw the fierce, unyielding determination in her eyes and reluctantly agreed to the dangerous plan.
They hiked back to the main road, hotwiring an old, rusted pickup truck parked near a closed gas station.
They drove through the stormy night in absolute silence, the tension in the cab thick enough to cut with a knife.
They finally arrived at the massive, decaying warehouse just as the thunderstorm began to slow into a heavy drizzle.
Raymond parked the truck two blocks away, handing Natalie a small, backup revolver from his ankle holster.
They crept through the shadows of the shipping containers, entering the dark building through a rusted ventilation shaft.
They quietly navigated the metal catwalks above the main floor, peering down into the brightly lit center of the room.
Marcus was pacing furiously back and forth, holding a heavy steel pipe while yelling at his armed mercenaries.
Chloe was still tied to the chair, shivering from the cold and sobbing apologies to a sister who was not even there.
Natalie positioned herself near the metal staircase, ready to provide a distraction while Raymond moved to flank the guards.
Just as Raymond raised his weapon to take out the closest mercenary, the massive warehouse doors rolled open.
A sleek silver limousine drove straight onto the warehouse floor, stopping mere feet away from the tied-up sister.
The tinted window slowly rolled down, revealing the face of the man who truly controlled the entire syndicate.
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Natalie gasped so loudly she nearly dropped her weapon, completely unable to believe her own eyes.
The ruthless crime boss sitting in the back of the limousine was her own father.
