Penelope stirred, a soft groan escaping her lips as she shifted under the unfamiliar sheets. Her body ached, and a dull throbbing pounded at the back of her head.
Her eyelashes fluttered open, and for a long moment, she just lay there, her mind foggy and disoriented.Where was she?The last thing she remembered was going to the bathroom at the gala. She had felt strange, her body unusually warm, her vision blurring. Then—A hand.A cloth covering her mouth.And then, nothing.Panic flared in her chest as she pushed herself up, her breathing uneven. The room spun around her, and she squeezed her eyes shut, trying to regain her balance.When she finally managed to open them again, she took in her surroundings.It was a bedroom, but not hers.The walls were a soft cream color, and the only window was placed high up, letting in thin streaks of daylight. There was a simple bed in the corner, a thick blanket draped over it. A small wooden nightstandThe room was heavy with the scent of gunpowder, the air thick with tension. Brayden stood frozen, his heart pounding in his chest as he stared at Vernon, who stood across from him, cold and unmoving. Ryder’s painful cry still echoed in Brayden’s ears, and every instinct inside him screamed to save the young man, but Vernon’s words hung like chains around his neck.“What do I need to do to save him?” Brayden’s voice trembled as he asked, every word laced with desperation.Vernon didn’t flinch. His gaze remained unyielding, his voice as cold as steel. “You want to save him, Brayden?” he said slowly. “Then give up your life for him. That’s the price.”Brayden’s stomach churned at the thought, but he didn’t hesitate. His hand dropped the pistol, the weapon clattering to the floor with a heavy thud. His fingers trembled as he unstrapped his belt and dropped all his weapons onto the ground, kicking them away from him in a gesture of complete surrender.
Brayden’s heart was racing as he stepped out of the car, his boots hitting the ground with a soft thud. He motioned for Inez to stay close, his eyes scanning the area around them. The tension in the air was thick, and every instinct told him that they were walking into something dangerous.“Inez,” Brayden said in a low voice, his eyes flicking over her for a moment. “Stay behind me. I can’t afford to lose you now.”Inez nodded, her face a mask of determination, though, her eyes betrayed the fear she was feeling. She knew this wasn’t going to be easy, but she trusted Brayden. She had to.Brayden reached inside his jacket and pulled out a sleek black pistol, holding it with both hands. His grip was steady as he carefully approached the abandoned house, the door creaking slightly under his touch as he eased it open.The air inside was stale, the smell of dust and decay overwhelming. Brayden’s senses were on high alert, his eyes scanning the dark
Brayden’s voice was firm as he turned to the man standing close by, his hand gripping the gun with a readiness that matched the urgency of the situation. “Cover me. Make sure the room stays secure. No one moves until I’m back.” The man nodded without hesitation, his posture rigid, eyes scanning the darkened room for any potential threats. Brayden wasted no time. He bolted for the backdoor, his footsteps pounding against the floor as he slipped into the night. The cool evening air hit his face as he emerged from the building, his pulse quickening. The Black Prado was already speeding away, kicking up a cloud of dust behind it as it disappeared down the long, winding road.Brayden’s heart raced, but his mind stayed clear. He had to catch up. He had to stop them before they got too far. Without a second thought, he sprinted to his car, his hand gripping the door handle with a sense of urgency. The engine roared to life, the tires screeching as he tore
Brayden’s boots thudded heavily against the ground as he paced back and forth, his eyes scanning the area around him. The moment had finally come—tonight, he would end the Black Serpent’s grip on his life once and for all. His men were ready. They had trained for this. The mission was clear, and failure was not an option.Brayden’s voice was low and menacing as he barked orders to his men. “Form a defensive line, now! We don’t know what we’re up against, but I want to be prepared for anything!” His voice echoed through the stillness of the night, sending a chill down his men’s spines. They moved quickly, pulling into position with military precision, their guns raised and at the ready. The semi-circle they formed around the entrance was tight, ensuring that no one could slip past them unnoticed.As Brayden surveyed the area, he nodded once in approval, his eyes narrowing with focus. “Stay sharp. This isn’t going to be easy.” His mind was a whirl
Brayden sat on the edge of the bed, his fingers gripping the phone tightly as he made the call to Inez. His mind was working overtime, calculating every move, every possibility. Rosa had been acting suspiciously, and he wasn’t about to let her get away with whatever she was planning. His instincts were screaming that something was off. If she was about to make a move, he had to be ready. He needed to stop her before she did anything that could jeopardize everything he had worked so hard to build. The Black Serpent organization had been a thorn in his side for far too long, and it was time to end it.“Inez,” Brayden said, his voice low but firm. “Get Ryder on the line, too. We need to move fast. Rosa is about to make her move, and I don’t trust her for a second. Be ready for anything. I’ll need you both on your toes tonight.”There was a pause on the other end, and Brayden could practically hear the gears turning in Inez’s head. “Understood. We’r
Brayden’s eyes fluttered open, the dim light of morning seeping through the edges of the curtains. His head throbbed with an intensity that made his stomach turn. He blinked slowly, trying to focus, but everything around him felt blurry and distant. His hand instinctively moved to his temples, rubbing them gently in an effort to relieve the pressure building inside his skull. The pain was relentless, pounding in time with his heartbeat, and it took all his willpower not to groan aloud. He felt like he hadn’t had a full night’s sleep in weeks. His muscles ached, his body felt heavy, as if the weight of the world was pressing down on him.With a soft grunt, Brayden slowly shifted, trying to sit up. The motion triggered a wave of dizziness, forcing him to close his eyes and steady himself. His head swam, and the room seemed to tilt ever so slightly. He let out a shallow breath and held on to the edge of the bed for support, waiting for the spinning to stop.