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"Who gave you the information?" I demand. Daniel looks at me, a hint of surprise in his eyes. "It's Isabella, isn't it?"
A burst of laughter escapes him. "Isabella? Oh, you've got to be fucking kidding me, Blackhart," he smirks, his gaze gleaming with amusement. "That clueless bitch doesn't know a damn thing."
"Why did you kill Jackson?" I ask, and my voice struggles to remain steady. Daniel looks at me, his bloody smile sending a shiver down my spine.
"We didn't," he says, his eyes gleaming with a cruel amusement. "Jackson, it seems, had other enemies."
A cold dread washes over me at his words. I can see the truth in his eyes, his sinister smile confirming my worst fears.
"The informant only passed on the information about how Jackson was going to get the moneyafterhe died." He chuckles. "If we had knownbefore, we would have killed him ourselves."
Daniel's laughter rings in my ears. It’s a chilling reminder of the betrayal that stings harder than any physical wound. He stares at me with a menacing glare. "We're still going to get our money."
I don't like the way he phrases that. The smugness in his voice, the arrogance in his eyes. It's all too unsettling. I flick my gaze towards Victor, trying to gauge his reaction. His face is an impenetrable mask, revealing nothing. Are we missing something here? Is there another piece to this treacherous puzzle that Daniel isn't telling us?
"What the fuck do you mean?” I snarl.
Before he can answer, the doors to the warehouse burst open with a deafening crash. A group of men storm in, their faces hidden beneath the shadows of their masks. Victor and I instinctively draw our guns. I barely have time to register the situation before we're in the thick of it, bullets flying and the deafening sound of gunfire echoing off the warehouse walls. We take aim, and two of the men crumple onto the concrete floor, the shock of our quick response evident in the eyes of their comrades.
"Cover me," I shout to Victor, but the words are barely audible over the chaos. Victor nods, his face set in grim determination as he provides me with the necessary cover. His bullets created a deadly no man's land between us and the attackers.
I feel the familiar recoil of the gun in my hands and the scent of gunpowder tainting the air. Time seems to slow down, each moment stretching on longer than the last. I'm acutely aware of every movement, every second that ticks by.
I spare one last glance at Daniel, and his smug face is now covered with a shocked expression. He's huddled in a corner with his hands over his head, and for one fleeting second, I almost feel bad for him. Then I hear the chilling sound of an empty chamber. My gun, it's out of bullets. I drop the useless weapon with my eyes scanning the room for the nearest threat.
A man lunges at me, but I react faster with my fist connecting solidly with his face. He stumbles back, and surprise flashes in his eyes before he slumps to the ground, unconscious. I move, darting between attackers, landing precise, powerful punches. My adrenaline surges as I knock one man to the ground before snapping his neck in one swift, ruthless move.
I snatch the gun lying next to the man I've just taken down. The cold metal feels reassuring in my sweaty palms as I urgently scan for any more attackers. My eyes find Victor, and he continues shooting, his bullets finding their targets with unerring precision.
"Victor!" I shout, my voice barely carrying over the roar of gunfire. He turns swiftly, still firing his gun. "We need to get out of here!"
"Agreed!" he yells back. "Cover me while I find us a way out!"
I nod and then turn my attention back to the intruders. I squeeze the trigger, my aim steady despite the chaos around us. Each bullet finds its mark, buying us valuable seconds as Victor searches for our escape route. The sounds of warfare fill the warehouse, but all I can focus on is survival. Escape. Victor calls out, pointing to a narrow exit at the back of the warehouse.
"There!" he shouts.
I nod, squeezing off a final round before we make our move. We dart towards the exit, and the pounding of our shoes on the concrete echoes the rapid beat of my heart. Bullets fly past us, ricocheting off the walls. We burst through the exit into the cool night air with our breath coming out in ragged gasps.
My car is parked a few yards away. We leap in, and the roar of the engine fills the quiet night as I slam my foot on the accelerator. The car fishtails, tires screeching against the asphalt, as I steer us out of the gunfire. Bullets ping off the car's exterior, and the sound is a grim reminder of the danger we've just escaped.
The city streets blur past us as I weave through traffic, driving like a man possessed. I know the roads of this city like the back of my hand, every twist and turn, every speed trap and police stakeout. I veer onto less-traveled routes, taking a roundabout way to my house to avoid any law enforcement lying in wait. My foot never leaves the accelerator, and the needle on the speedometer pushes dangerously into the red.
We finally skid into the driveway of my house with the car's engine growling in protest. I kill the engine, and the sudden silence rings in my ears. We made it, but the night is far from over, and the puzzle is far from solved. As I open the car door, I can't help but think of Daniel and the cryptic words he left us with. Whatever the hell is happening, one thing is clear. This has gotten a lot more complicated.
Victor and I step out of the car, and the cool night air washes over us. Its freshness does nothing to clear the chaos that swirls in my mind. I stride ahead, and Victor follows closely as our footsteps crunch on the gravel pathway leading to the house. Upon entering, we immediately head toward my office.
"Fucking Hawthorns," I snarl as I slam the office door shut.
Victor falls onto the couch with a heavy breath. "What the fuck did you expect by kidnaping the son of your biggest rival? I told you to hurry up.”
"I expected to get answers," I snap. "But I didn't expect those answers."
Victor leans forward as his demeanor turns more serious. "Do you think the bullshit Daniel said about Jackson was true?"
"I don't know what to believe," I say with a sigh.
"What are you going to do about Isabella?" he asks hesitantly.
