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CHAPTER 137 PART 2
Everything happened at once.Isaac spun toward the new threat and fired. The shot went wide, but the second one didn't—it caught Michael in the shoulder, spinning him sideways. Sarah screamed, the sound raw and primal.Santiago's men opened fire immediately. Bullets tore through the air, pinging off metal and concrete. Isaac's guards—who'd been positioned throughout the warehouse—returned fire from their hiding spots. The building erupted into chaos.Michael stumbled but didn't fall. The pain in his shoulder was white-hot, blinding, but through it all he saw one thing clearly: Isaac, recovering his aim, the gun swinging back toward Sarah."NO!" Michael lunged forward despite the agony, despite the blood pouring from his fresh wound. He crashed into Isaac with all his remaining strength, and both men went down hard.The impact drove the air from Michael's lungs. Isaac's gun skittered across the concrete floor, metal scraping against stone. They grappled on the ground, Isaac clawing at
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Isaac's laughter filled the warehouse like the sound of breaking glass—sharp, cutting, and utterly devoid of sanity. It bounced off the rusted steel walls and broken windows, amplifying until it seemed to come from everywhere at once.Michael stood between Isaac and Sarah, his body a human shield, his breathing labored. Blood trickled from a cut on the side of his face where debris had struck him during their scuffle. Every muscle in his body screamed in protest, but he didn't move. Couldn't move. Not while Isaac's gun was pointed directly at his heart."Look at you," Isaac said, his voice dripping with contempt. "The great Michael Thompson, bleeding and broken, playing hero for a woman who doubted you just yesterday." He took a step closer, the gun never wavering. "Do you really think you can save her? You can't even save yourself.""Put the gun down, Isaac." Michael's voice was steady despite the pain. "This doesn't have to end in blood.""Oh, but it does!" Isaac's eyes gleamed with
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He heard it then—the sound of muffled crying. Sarah.Michael's blood turned to ice and fire simultaneously. He followed the sound around a corner and through a gap in some crates, and there she was.Sarah, tied to a chair, her face bruised, her dress torn. But alive. She was alive.A second guard stood nearby, his attention split between Sarah and the noise coming from the loading bay. He held a pistol loosely, his posture tense.Michael scanned the area. A wrench lay on a workbench about ten feet away. The guard was maybe twenty feet from Sarah. Michael could cross half that distance before being seen, but not all of it.He'd need a distraction.Michael picked up a small piece of metal debris and threw it toward the opposite side of the warehouse. It clattered loudly against a barrel.The guard spun toward the sound, raising his weapon. "Who's there?"That was all the opening Michael needed.He grabbed the wrench from the workbench and threw it with all his strength. The heavy tool s
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The warehouse was a monument to decay—rusted metal beams, broken windows that let in slivers of gray light, and the smell of oil and rot that permeated everything. In the center of this tomb sat Sarah, bound to a metal chair with thick rope that cut into her wrists.Isaac circled her slowly, his footsteps echoing on the concrete floor like a metronome counting down to something terrible. His hands were clasped behind his back, his posture relaxed, almost casual—as if he were giving a lecture rather than holding a woman hostage."Do you know the real tragedy of all this, Sarah?" Isaac's voice was smooth, conversational. He stopped in front of her, tilting his head like a curious predator examining wounded prey. "It's that none of this had to happen."Sarah kept her eyes fixed straight ahead, refusing to look at him. Her jaw was set, her body trembling but not from fear alone—from rage, from exhaustion, from the effort of staying strong."My family built Thompson Industries from nothing
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Michael moved to the window like a man in a trance, his hand reaching out to touch the fabric. It was definitely hers. He could still smell her perfume on it—jasmine and vanilla, the scent that had become synonymous with safety and love."Boss." Santiago's voice was gentle behind him. "We need to—""Check the rest of the house," Michael interrupted, his voice hollow. "Maybe she's hiding. Maybe she got away."But even as he said it, he knew it wasn't true. The torn dress. The shattered window. The unconscious guards. This wasn't a failed kidnapping attempt.This was a successful one.Santiago nodded and left, barking orders into his radio to the team that had just arrived.Michael turned back to the room, his eyes scanning every detail, looking for something—anything—that might tell him what happened. That's when he saw it.On the bed, placed carefully on the pillow like a gift, was a folded piece of paper.His hand trembled as he reached for it. The paper was expensive—cream-colored,
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The shrill ring of his phone shattered the fragile sleep Michael had finally managed to fall into. He jolted awake, his hand instinctively reaching for the device on his nightstand, his heart already pounding with the premonition that something was terribly wrong."Santiago?" His voice was hoarse, rough from exhaustion."Boss, we have a problem." Santiago's voice was tight, controlled in that way that meant he was barely holding back panic. "The security team outside Sarah's house—they haven't checked in for over an hour."Michael's blood turned to ice in his veins. He swung his legs over the side of the bed, ignoring the sharp pain that shot through his still-healing injuries."What do you mean they haven't checked in?""They're supposed to report every thirty minutes. We've tried calling them. Radio. Everything. No response.""Have you sent anyone to check?""I've got a team en route now, but I thought you'd want to know immediately."Michael was already pulling on his pants, cradli
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