Chapter 3 - The Inside Man
I stared at the loaded weapon on the cot, my heart hammering violently against my ribs.
I asked Marcus why he was offering to help me escape when he had always been Richard's most loyal enforcer.
Marcus leaned against the cold concrete wall and revealed a truth that made my blood run cold.
He was never loyal to Richard; he was an undercover informant planted by a rival syndicate to dismantle my husband's empire from the inside.
But Richard had discovered his true identity earlier that morning and had already dispatched a heavily armed hit squad to kill him.
Marcus explained that Richard had paid the federal judge to ensure I was sent to this specific, isolated holding facility.
I was not meant to survive the night in this concrete cell.
The guards had been bought off, and a team of professional assassins was currently breaching the building's perimeter.
If we did not leave right now, we would both be executed long before sunrise.
I grabbed the silver pistol, my hands shaking as I felt the heavy, deadly weight of the metal.
Marcus disabled the cell block's security cameras using a small encrypted tablet.
We crept through the silent, dimly lit corridors of the detention center, carefully avoiding the regular patrol routes.
We reached the underground loading dock just as a heavily armored black van smashed through the exterior steel gate.
Four men in tactical gear poured out of the vehicle, sweeping the area with laser-sighted assault rifles.
Marcus pushed me behind a stack of wooden shipping crates, quietly drawing his own weapon.
He whispered that we had to fight our way to his getaway car parked three blocks away.
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Before he could fire a single shot, the back doors of the armored van swung wide open.
Stepping out into the harsh fluorescent light was Chloe, still wearing my grandmother's antique necklace, holding a detonator in her hand.
