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Chapter 44

Penulis: LARRY BENSON
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-07-30 18:55:28

Look. They say you sleep better when your body is completely, utterly exhausted.

That is a total lie.

You don’t sleep. Your body just shuts down like a computer crashing, and you reboot hours later feeling like you got hit by a literal garbage truck.

When I finally woke up the next morning, my brain was totally foggy. The room was bright, entirely flooded with harsh morning sunlight streaming in through the massive, un-curtained floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse.

I kept my eyes sque
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    The medical bay sounded like an ER after a multi-car pileup on the turnpike. Monitors were beeping like crazy, rubber gloves were snapping, and somebody kept yelling for more saline rolls while the heavy metal double doors slammed back and forth. I was sitting on a cold stainless steel stool in the hallway right outside, hugging my knees tight to my chest. The fluorescent lights overhead buzzed, throwing this flickering, sick-looking glare across the gray linoleum floor. My knuckles were completely white. I had one hand stuffed deep inside the right pocket of my oversized gray hoodie... fingers wrapped so tight around that stolen silver USB drive that the aluminum edges were digging deep into my palm. My heart was beating like a jackhammer against my ribs, lol. If anyone looked at me too close, they'd see the absolute panic in my eyes. But right now? Nobody was looking at me. They were way too busy trying to keep the head of the mafia family from leaking out onto the floorboards.

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    My cheek was glued to the rough denim over Alexander's thigh, every single bump on the Interstate vibrating straight through my teeth. I could feel the cold brushed aluminum of that stolen drive pressing hard against my hipbone, tucked under the elastic band of my leggings. It was digging in so sharp it was practically bruising me, but I didn't dare move an inch. If I shifted, if he heard the tiny scrape of metal against fabric, I was done. Dead before the toll booth. The SUV’s heater roared, blowing stale, dry air across my neck. Outside, the storm was turning into thick sleet, slamming against the windshield with heavy, dull thuds. Alexander’s hand was still resting in my damp hair, his thumb barely moving against my temple. It wasn't a gentle touch... not really. It was the way a guy holds onto something he isn't sure he can trust, but can't bring himself to drop either. "We're crossing the river," he said, his voice deep and scratchy, rattling through his chest right where my

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    The door clicked open about twenty minutes later, breaking me out of my spiraling panic attack. Alexander climbed into the front seat, letting out this dark, ragged breath as he pulled the heavy door shut behind him. He looked like he’d just dragged himself straight through hell. His black tactical vest was smeared with grease, soot, and fresh blood. His jaw was locked tight, his chest rising and falling in heavy, uneven rasps. He didn't look back at me. He just reached down, grabbed a white microfiber towel off the floorboards, and started wiping dark red fluid off his knuckles. "Is... is he dead?" I asked, my voice barely making a sound over the heavy hum of the dashboard heater. Alexander paused, his thick fingers tightening around the bloody rag. He looked up, catching my eyes in the rearview mirror. "He's breathing," Alexander said softly, his tone completely flat. "Barely. Viktor is wrapping him up in a tarp and putting him in the third truck. He’s coming back upstate with

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    Freezing cold rain was pelting down on my head, my fuzzy socks were soaked through with filthy driveway puddle water, and Alexander was staring at me like he was about to rip my soul right out of my ribcage. His heavy hand was clamped on the back of my neck, his thumb pressing so hard into my jawline I could feel my own frantic pulse bouncing against his skin. "I... I told you," I stammered out, my teeth loudly chattering, rain stinging my eyes. "I overheard Rossi. In the foyer. Before Viktor dragged me back upstairs." Alexander didn't blink. Not once. Rain was running down his dark hair, dripping off his nose, mixing with the dark, ugly blood smearing across his Kevlar vest from where his chest stitches had split completely wide open. "Rossi didn't know what was on that drive," Alexander said, his voice dropping into this deadly, quiet murmur that made the hair on my arms stand straight up. "He knew it belonged to Julian. He knew it was worth money. But he didn't know the serial

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    Alexander didn’t rush me. He didn’t draw his piece or start yelling. He just kept coming, his black leather boots making these heavy, deliberate *thuds* on the oil-stained concrete. My heart was hammering against my collarbone like a trapped bird. I backed up until my spine hit the driver’s side door of the idling Escalade, my hands completely frozen behind my back. The heat coming off the running V8 engine behind me was intense, but I was shivering. Pure, raw panic, lol. He stopped right in front of me. Two feet away. Close enough that I could see the sweat glinting on his collarbone and the dark, angry shadows under his eyes. His black t-shirt had a fresh patch of red blooming right over his left ribcage... the man was literally tearing his stitches open just to cross the room. "Where are you going, Elena?" he asked. His voice was terrifyingly low. Soft. Like he was talking to a stray dog that might bite. "I..." My throat was completely dry. I swallowed hard, trying to get my

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