Page 95 of Billionaire’s Heartbreak

“Because it’s probably not going to be it.”

“You don’t know that.”

“June.”

She giggled. “It’s only fair.”

Before I could stop her, she reached for the keypad.

“Wait.”

Too late.

One digit. Then another. I watched her enter each number, painfully slowly. Six digits. One after another.

The final number disappeared beneath her fingertip.

We waited.

Nothing.

For one second, I wondered if the system had rejected the input without warning.

Then a deep vibration travelled through the floor. June’s eyes widened. The walls trembled, and something heavy shifted somewhere beneath us.

I pushed away from the wall. “What the⁠—”

Another tremor, stronger this time. The lights flickered, and June grabbed my arm.

“What’s happening?”

I stared at the keypad, then the door, then back at her.

“Shit.”

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16

June

We stood ready, guns in hand, bodies tense. The keypad had finally opened the door, and whatever waited on the other side was no longer a question.

The doors slid apart.

Four men stood in the hallway.

Only four. For some reason, that felt almost anticlimactic.

After everything we'd imagined over the last three days, I'd expected an army. Dozens of people waiting outside, weapons raised, ready to tear the building apart just to get to us.

But it didn’t matter.