THE REJECTED SON-IN-LAW

Chapter Six: Blood and Betrayal

Lex sprinted down the service corridor, Maya right behind him. Gunfire erupted. Bullets punched through drywall, spraying plaster dust.

“Emergency exit, fifty meters ahead!” Maya shouted.

Behind them, voices screamed. “Shooter in the building! Lock it down!”

They burst through the exit door and into a concrete stairwell. Lex took the stairs three at a time, his injured ribs forgotten in the adrenaline surge.

“Why did you shoot him?” Lex gasped between breaths.

“He recognised you. He would have called Andrew. You would be dead in seconds.”

They hit the ground floor. Maya kicked open the door to an underground parking garage. A black van waited with its engine running. They dove inside and the van screeched away before the door even closed.

Daniel sat at the wheel, his face grim. “Please tell me you did not just assassinate Gerald Sterling.”

“Of course we did not,” Maya snapped. “I did.”

Inside the van, monitors displayed feeds from the surveillance devices still active in the dining room. Lex grabbed a headset and tuned in.

Chaos filled the audio. Andrew Zhang was on his phone, barking orders. “I do not care what it takes. Find them. Now!”

But Sophia’s voice caught Lex’s attention. She was not panicking. She was not crying. She sounded calm. Cold.

“Andrew, listen to me. This changes everything.”

“Your father just got shot!”

“I know. And now we can blame it on Lex.” Her voice was sharp, calculating. “Think about it. The police are already looking for him. He was just named armed and dangerous. Now he shows up at the hotel where I am having dinner and murders my father? It is perfect.”

Andrew went silent for a moment. Then, “You are right. We spin this our way.”

“Exactly. By tomorrow morning, Lex Andrews will be the most wanted man in the city. When they find him, they will shoot him on sight. Problem solved.”

Lex ripped off the headset, his hands shaking with rage.

Maya met his eyes. “Now do you believe us? She is not a victim, Lex. She is the architect.”

“We need to get to the warehouse,” Daniel said. “Your father needs to know what happened.”

The van wove through traffic, taking side streets and back alleys. Lex stared at the monitors, watching Sophia comfort her mother over her father’s shooting. Perfect tears. Perfect grief. All of it is a performance.

His phone buzzed. A text from an unknown number.

*“You should have stayed dead, Lex. Now your father dies too. See you soon.”*

Below the message was an attachment. A photo.

It showed his father’s warehouse. From the outside. Someone was watching them.

“We have a problem,” Lex said, showing Maya the phone.

Her face went pale. “They know where we are.”

Daniel slammed the accelerator. “Hold on.”

They reached the warehouse fifteen minutes later. Something was wrong. The lights were off. The guards who usually patrolled the perimeter were gone.

“This is a trap,” Maya whispered, drawing her weapon.

Daniel killed the engine. They sat in darkness, watching the building.

“We need to get your father out,” Lex said.

“If he is still alive,” Maya replied grimly.

They exited the van and approached the side entrance. The door hung open, swinging gently in the wind. Blood smeared the doorframe.

Lex’s heart sank. He drew his pistol and entered first.

Inside, devastation. Computer monitors smashed. Documents scattered. Bullet holes in the walls. And bodies. Three of his father’s team lay motionless on the floor.

But no Marcus Kane.

“Dad!” Lex shouted, moving deeper into the warehouse.

“Quiet!” Maya hissed. “They could still be here.”

A groan came from behind a stack of crates. Lex rushed over and found one of the team members, a young man named Tommy, clutching his bleeding stomach.

“Tommy, what happened? Where is my father?”

Tommy’s eyes were glassy with shock. “They came… so fast. Too many of them. Zhang’s men. They took him.”

“Took him where?”

“Do not know. But Lex…” Tommy grabbed his wrist with surprising strength. “Your father said to tell you something. He said the real enemy is not who you think.”

“What does that mean?”

Tommy’s grip weakened. His eyes closed. “He said… trust no one. Not even…”

He went limp.

Maya checked his pulse. “He is gone.”

Lex stood, his mind racing. They had his father. The Zhangs had their father. And Gerald Sterling was dead, which meant there was no leverage, no bargaining chip.

“We need to leave,” Daniel said from the doorway. “Police scanners are going crazy. They are mobilising every unit in the city. They will be here in minutes.”

“I am not leaving without my father,” Lex said.

“Your father is already gone. If you stay, you die. Then who saves him?”

The logic cut through Lex’s rage. He nodded. “Where do we go?”

“I know a place,” Maya said. “My brother’s old apartment. Nobody knows about it. We can regroup there.”

They fled as sirens wailed in the distance.

The apartment was in a rundown building in the industrial district. Small. Dirty. But hidden.

Lex paced the cramped living room while Maya worked on her laptop, trying to track any communications about Marcus Kane.

“Nothing,” she said after twenty minutes. “If the Zhangs have him, they are keeping it quiet.”

“They will use him to draw me out,” Lex said. “They will make an offer. Trade my life for his.”

“You cannot do that.”

“Watch me.”

Daniel spoke up from the corner. “There might be another way. I still have contacts in the Zhang Corporation. People who owe me favours. Maybe I can find out where they are holding him.”

“Do it,” Lex said.

Daniel made calls while Lex stared at his phone, waiting for the inevitable message from Andrew Zhang. An ultimatum. A deadline.

But instead, a different message arrived. From Sophia.

*“Lex, we need to talk. Alone. I know you think I betrayed you, but there are things you do not understand. Meet me at Pier 17 in one hour. Come alone. I will explain everything. Please. I am trying to save you.”*

Lex showed the message to Maya.

“Obvious trap,” she said immediately.

“Of course it is. But what if she actually knows where my father is?”

“Then she is bait. They will ambush you the second you arrive.”

“Let them try.”

Maya grabbed his arm. “Lex, think. Your father told Tommy to trust no one. Maybe that includes Sophia. Maybe that includes all of us.”

“What are you saying?”

“I am saying something does not add up. How did the Zhangs find the warehouse so fast? How did they know exactly when to attack? We have a leak, Lex. Someone on the inside.”

The words hung in the air like poison.

Lex looked at Daniel, who was still on the phone. Then at Maya, who met his gaze without flinching.

“You think one of you is working for them?”

“I think we need to consider every possibility,” Maya said carefully. “Your father knew something. That is why he told Tommy that message. He was warning you.”

Before Lex could respond, Daniel hung up and turned around. His face was ashen.

“I found him. I found where they are holding your father.”

“Where?”

“The old Sterling Industries factory. The one that burned down three years ago. The one where my brother died.”

Lex felt ice in his veins. “That is not a coincidence.”

“No. It is not. They are sending a message.” Daniel’s voice was tight. “They want you to come. They want to finish what they started three years ago. Burn the Kane family to ash in the same place where it all began.”

Lex’s phone buzzed again. Another message from Sophia.

*“One hour, Lex. After that, your father dies. And this time, it will not be faked.”*

Below the text was a photo.

Marcus Kane, bound to a chair in a burned-out building. Blood on his face. A gun to his head.

And standing behind him, holding the gun, was someone Lex never expected.

Maya Chen.

The room spun. Lex looked at the real Maya standing next to him, her face shocked.

“That is not me,” she whispered. “I am right here. That is not me.”

But the photo was clear. The woman in the image was identical to Maya. Same face. Same scar. Same tactical gear.

Daniel’s voice was barely a whisper. “Twin sister?”

Maya’s face went white. “No. I am an only child. I do not have a sister.”

“Then who is that?” Lex demanded.

Maya’s hands trembled as she stared at the photo. “I do not know. But Lex, you have to believe me. I did not betray you. That is not me.”

Lex’s mind raced. One Maya stood before him. Another Maya held his father hostage. One was real. One was a lie.

But which was which?

His phone rang. He answered.

Sophia’s voice filled his ear. “Hello, husband. Did you like the photo? Come to Pier 17. Alone. No weapons. No tricks. Or the woman you are standing next to right now will kill you before you take another step. Yes, Lex, I can see you. And yes, she has been working for me the entire time. Surprised? You should not be. After all, you married a Sterling. We always have contingencies.”

The call ended.

Lex looked at Maya, his gun already in his hand, pointed at her chest.

She did not move. Did not reach for her weapon.

“Lex,” she said quietly. “I swear on my brother’s grave. I am not her agent.”

“Then explain the photo.”

“I cannot. But please. Do not trust her. Everything she says is designed to break you.”

Daniel stepped between them. “We are wasting time. Your father is dying. We need to move.”

Lex kept the gun trained on Maya. “Who are you? Really?”

Maya’s eyes filled with something that looked like pain. Or regret. “Someone who made a deal with a devil three years ago. Someone who thought she could play both sides. Someone who was wrong.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means,” a new voice said from the doorway, “that Maya has been my asset since the beginning. And she has played her role beautifully.”

They all spun around.

Standing in the doorway, flanked by armed guards, was not Andrew Zhang.

It was Marcus Kane.

Unhurt. Unbound. Smiling.

“Hello, son,” he said. “Welcome to the real game.“