Chapter 7 - The True Enemy
The bright red laser dot rested flawlessly over Kyle’s frantically beating heart.
He completely froze, his trembling thumb hovering dangerously over the trigger of the explosive detonator.
Julian calmly explained that my cybersecurity firm was heavily guarded by elite, former military contractors at all times.
He warned Kyle that if his thumb even twitched toward the button, the sniper would instantly neutralize the threat.
Kyle began to sob uncontrollably, the pathetic facade of the criminal mastermind completely shattering into a million pieces.
He dropped the detonator onto the glass desk and fell to his knees, begging desperately for his life.
I felt absolutely nothing but cold disgust as I looked down at the man who had abandoned me in the desert.
Julian stepped forward to secure the detonator, his sharp eyes never leaving Kyle’s weeping form.
Just as Julian reached for the heavy steel handcuffs, a deafening explosion violently rocked the foundation of the building.
The massive blast did not come from the fake detonator on my desk, but from the main lobby downstairs.
The heavy glass doors of my office shattered inward as heavily armed mercenaries stormed aggressively into the room.
These men did not wear the tactical uniforms of Julian’s private security contractors.
They wore dark tactical gear adorned with the terrifying insignia of the Volkov crime syndicate.
A tall, deeply scarred man walked slowly through the broken glass, his cold eyes completely ignoring Kyle on the floor.
He introduced himself as Viktor, the ruthless enforcer sent to collect the stolen two million dollars.
Viktor coldly aimed a suppressed pistol directly at my head, demanding access to my offshore banking accounts.
He revealed that Kyle had secretly called the cartel right before entering my office, offering to trade my life for his own massive debt.
Julian subtly shifted his weight, preparing to draw his hidden weapon in a desperate bid to save me.
Before Julian could move, Viktor smiled cruelly and signaled for his men to bring in their highly valuable hostage.
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Two massive mercenaries dragged a brutally beaten, heavily bleeding woman into the center of my ruined office.
My blood ran absolutely cold as I stared at the terrified, bruised face of Sarah, my dearest friend and savior.
