David dragged the chain, the cuff clinking tightly around Wicked’s arm. Wicked walked cautiously behind him as David pulled him forward through the corridor.With the way he was chained, David had bound his hands so that Wicked’s palms faced each other. It was a method David had perfected during his training, an efficient way to render someone helpless without breaking a sweat. With him chained that way, there was no chance Wicked could attempt anything reckless.Fifteen minutes earlier, before they arrived, Wicked had tried every possible means to escape.At first, he believed the cuffs were loosely set, a flexible design that might just allow him to break free. In his head, he imagined the scene unfolding like a movie. He’d unlock the bolt from the inside, jump from the moving car, and vanish before they noticed.“Fuck,” he hissed, slamming his wrists together as he tried again and again. But he kept failing, his breathing turning shallow with each desperate attempt.He hadn’t plann

Chapter 144 David Quinn On the other side of the city, David moved quickly toward his helicopter. The blades were spinning fast. This was the moment; the only chance to escape. Any hesitancy would be dangerous. He knew it — the police were arriving soon and he needed to be airborne before they could get him.“GO! GO! GO!” he shouted as he climbed into the helicopter.He slid into his seat while the guard finished strapping in. The man gave a curt nod and turned back to the controls. Sensing the urgency, the pilot eased the collective forward and the helicopter began to rise.The pilot shifted the cyclic. The craft tilted sixty degrees toward the west, intended to straighten out after a short stutter while climbing higher and higher.“Fuck!” Out of nowhere, a police helicopter blocked their path.David’s heart sank. He could not believe how fast it had happened. How had the police intercepted them so quickly, reaching their rooftop before the lift-off was complete?He had seen arrests

Jerome slammed her Ferrari door closed, her palms trembling as they searched for the start button on the dashboard. Her heartbeat drummed violently in her chest, every second ticking louder than the last. She knew it. Time was no longer on her side. It was either now, or she would be caught.And if she got caught, what would become of her? A prisoner? A convict?She swallowed hard, the thought slicing through her chest like ice. She was a Quinn. The Quinn name wasn’t built for prison walls or courtroom headlines. How would her father ever look at her again if this scandal reached him?“C’mon,” she muttered under her breath, her voice shaking. She pressed the start button. The Ferrari coughed once, then fell silent.“C’mon!” she shouted louder, her frustration clawing through her throat.Six months ago, she had bought the car herself, delivered straight to her mansion by the company’s executives. The Ferrari was sleek, red, and wrapped in promises: a five-year warranty, a perfect engin

Jerome dropped the gun immediately.Her hands trembled so badly that she almost lost her footing. Though she had squeezed the trigger, she didn’t expect it to actually fire. She didn’t know it would happen that fast. The deafening crack still echoed in her ears, and the smell of gunpowder clung to the air like smoke after a wildfire.She had never held a gun pointed at anyone before. The weapon had always been there, hidden in her car, bought with her own money for protection, not violence. She told herself she would never use it. Not on anyone. But now, staring at what she had done, the truth crashed over her like a wave too heavy to fight.She squeezed the trigger thinking it wouldn’t go off so quickly. She imagined the bullet flying in slow motion, like in the movies, where Dave would see it, maybe even dodge it. That’s how her mind tried to comfort her in that instant. But reality was cruel, and it didn’t give her that grace.“Ahhhhhh!” she screamed from the pit of her lungs, her

“Good evening the people of Velmoria. We brought to you, a recent fresh occurrence of what had just happened lately” A Newscaster sat boldly on camera. “We begin tonight with a shocking development in the Quinn family tragedy that has gripped the city for weeks.Authorities have confirmed that Jerome Quinn, wife of Dave Quinn and first daughter of David Quinn, took her own life at the point of arrest tonight. Investigators say Jerome had fatally shot her husband moments before turning the gun on herself.Police sources tell us the situation escalated rapidly after David Quinn refused repeated police warnings during a tense standoff at his villa rooftop. Officers were forced to act when David took a hostage, his personal pilot, as he was preparing to flee the country. In exchange, David Quinn was shot and killed as law enforcement moved in to save the hostage’s life.Tonight, on the other side of the city, police have confirmed that Lorenzo Santiago is the only surviving suspect now in