Chapter 4 - The Hostage Chapel
Screams erupted from the back rows as people realized we were trapped with a human bomb.
Guests scrambled over the wooden pews, pounding helplessly against the locked iron doors.
Evelyn remained completely still, her eyes locked on the explosive device strapped to the man who ruined her life.
My attorney slowly raised her hands in the air, trying to de-escalate the volatile situation.
Jonathan ordered the federal agents to slide their weapons across the marble floor.
He promised that if his heart rate spiked or if he released the trigger in his palm, the entire chapel would become a crater.
The agents exchanged a grim look before complying, kicking their handguns toward the altar.
Jonathan instructed his head of security to collect all cell phones from the hostages.
He turned to me and demanded the master decryption key for the flash drive my attorney was holding.
He knew I had frozen his offshore accounts just moments before walking down the aisle.
His plan was to transfer the stolen millions into an untraceable crypto wallet and escape using a helicopter waiting on the roof.
I refused to speak, calculating how much time the SWAT team outside would need to breach the reinforced doors.
Rosalind suddenly stepped forward, her maternal mask completely shattered.
She slapped my face so hard that my lip split open against my teeth.
She screamed at me to give her son the code before we all perished.
I spat the blood from my mouth and smiled at the wicked woman.
I told her the money was already gone, routed back to the people they had stolen it from.
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Jonathan let out a breathless, unhinged laugh and aimed a stolen agent's gun directly at Evelyn's chest.
He said he was going to kill his first wife again, and this time, he would make sure the body stayed buried.
