Chapter 4 - The Model's Tears
The blinking red light of the tracker cast a terrifying glow on the marble floor.
Olivia stumbled backward, her hand instinctively flying to her swollen stomach.
Khloe scrambled away from the device, shaking her head in frantic denial.
"I didn't know that was in my bag!" she screamed, tears streaming down her face.
"Liam packed my things before he locked me in the room, I swear to God!"
Alexander did not waste a single second arguing with the hysterical model.
He grabbed Olivia's hand and pulled her toward the emergency stairwell at the back of the penthouse.
"We have less than two minutes before they breach the lobby," Alexander warned his security team.
"Hold them off as long as you can, and then fall back to the safe house."
Alexander led Olivia up the concrete stairs toward the private rooftop helipad.
The cold morning wind whipped around them as they burst onto the roof.
A sleek black helicopter was already waiting, its blades spinning rapidly in preparation for takeoff.
"Get in, right now!" Alexander shouted over the deafening roar of the engine.
Olivia climbed into the leather seat, strapping herself in with shaking hands.
Alexander threw Khloe into the back seat as well, unwilling to leave the girl behind to be murdered.
The helicopter lifted off the pad just as the heavy rooftop doors were violently blown open.
Three armed men in tactical gear ran onto the roof, firing their weapons at the departing aircraft.
A bullet shattered the rear window, sending a shower of glass over Khloe, who screamed in terror.
The pilot banked sharply, pulling the helicopter up into the clouds and away from the gunfire.
Olivia gasped for air, her heart pounding so hard it physically hurt her chest.
"Are you okay?" Alexander asked, checking her face for any signs of injury.
She nodded silently, unable to find her voice in the absolute chaos of the moment.
They flew in silence for thirty agonizing minutes, heading toward Alexander's private estate in upstate New York.
Olivia finally turned around to look at Khloe, who was curled into a ball and crying softly.
"Why did Liam really send you to us?" Olivia demanded, her voice cutting through the noise of the rotors.
Khloe looked up, her expression shifting from fear to a strange, calculated coldness.
The young model stopped crying entirely and wiped the fake tears from her cheeks.
"He didn't send me," Khloe stated flatly, pulling a small silver pistol from her boot.
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She pointed the weapon directly at the back of the pilot's head.
"I work for the cartel, and you are all coming with me."
