Chapter 6 - The Cartel King
Silas dragged me out of the crushed sedan by my hair, throwing me roughly onto the wet, jagged pavement.
He viciously kicked Vance in the ribs, ensuring the wounded federal agent stayed down in the mud.
Silas crouched slowly beside me, resting the cold, incredibly sharp blade of his golden machete directly against my throat.
He demanded that I immediately hand over the offshore access codes I had supposedly stolen from his powerful syndicate.
I looked deeply into his dead, merciless eyes and realized he truly, genuinely believed I was the criminal mastermind.
I desperately explained that my sister Sarah had meticulously manipulated the entire theft to perfectly frame me.
I told him about the hidden titanium capsule in the cake and the horrific betrayal of my own greedy mother.
Silas laughed, a dark, booming, and terrifying sound that echoed chillingly through the empty, rainy street.
He did not care about pathetic family drama; he only cared about recovering his fifty million dollars in untraceable cash.
I knew that if I did not offer him something of immense value, he would slaughter us both right there on the asphalt.
I made a desperate, wild gamble and promised to lead him directly to Sarah's secret escape transport.
I told him that Sarah and my mother were planning to permanently flee the country tonight with his money.
Silas considered my offer carefully, slowly pulling the razor-sharp blade just an inch away from my neck.
He agreed to spare my life temporarily, but he stated that he needed a firm guarantee that I would not double-cross him.
He pulled a small, specialized medical syringe filled with a glowing green liquid from his tactical combat vest.
Before I could even attempt to stop him, he plunged the thick needle deep into Vance's uninjured shoulder.
Vance gasped loudly and immediately began to convulse, frothing slightly at the mouth as his eyes rolled back.
Silas casually explained that he had just injected my protector with a highly lethal, slow-acting, and agonizing neurotoxin.
The specialized poison would completely stop Vance's heart in exactly sixty minutes without exception.
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Silas held up a small glass vial containing the clear, life-saving antidote, smiling with intense sadistic pleasure.
He told me I would only receive the cure if I delivered Sarah and the money before the digital clock ran out.
