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The crunch of gravel behind me sent my finger to the trigger before my brain caught up. I whirled, pistol raised—"Easy, Perez." Naz stepped into the moonlight, hands raised. Blood streaked her tactical vest. "Aisha's contained. Jeff's secure at a blacksite clinic."I didn't lower the gun. "You followed me.""You left a blood trail even a rookie could track." Her eyes flicked to Julian's body, then back to me. "We need to move. That video was—""A trap. Obviously." My voice sounded hollow. The phone weighed like a brick in my other hand. "How long have you known?"Naz hesitated a second too long.The shot grazed her shoulder before she could answer. She staggered into a column with a curse. "What the fuck, Demi!""You knew my father was alive." I advanced, gun steady despite the tremor in my breath. "All this time. While we hunted Julian. While Jeff bled out. You knew."Pain twisted her features—not just from the wound. "I found out three days ago. The same files that exposed Julian's
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Blood. Too much blood.Jeff’s weight sagged against me as we crashed through the lemon groves, his breath coming in ragged bursts against my neck. The coppery scent filled my nostrils, mixing with the salt air from the cliffs below."Almost there," I lied, adjusting my grip around his waist. His tuxedo jacket was soaked through, the fabric sticky against my palm.He coughed—a wet, guttural sound that made my stomach clench. "Should've... taken the shot...""Don’t you fucking dare." My voice cracked. Ahead, a crumbling stone shed emerged from the darkness—Naz’s rendezvous point.The door burst open before we reached it. Naz stood silhouetted against the glow of a dozen screens, her usually immaculate braids falling loose around her face. "Jesus Christ—""Pressure. Now." I lowered Jeff onto the makeshift med cot, my hands trembling as I ripped his shirt open. The bullet had torn through his left side, just below the vest line. Dark blood pulsed with each shallow breath.Naz slapped a tr
RUTHLESS BILLIONAIRE EX-HUSBAND CHASED ME BACK CHAPTER 179
Naz’s safe house smelled like stale coffee and gunpowder. The blue glow of her laptop screen painted sharp angles across her face as she pulled up satellite images of Sicily.“Julian’s not hiding,” she said, zooming in on a sprawling estate near Palermo. “He’s hosting a private auction. Buyers from six continents. All here for one thing.”I leaned over her shoulder. “The drive.”Jeff’s knuckles whitened around his coffee cup. “He’s selling Consortium access.”“Worse.” Naz tapped a key. A list of names flashed on screen—oil magnates, arms dealers, a deposed dictator. “He’s selling legitimacy. Your name, your protocols, your global aid routes. Just repackaged for weapons trafficking and blood diamonds.”The room tilted. I gripped the table. All those years of work, all those borders we’d crossed to get aid where it was needed—reduced to a fucking menu for war profiteers.Jeff’s hand found the small of my back. Steadying. “When?”“Tomorrow night.” Naz hesitated. “There’s more. He’s got a
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The stolen motorcycle screamed through the Atlas Mountains, Jeff’s body a solid wall against my back. The drive to Casablanca would take six hours if we pushed it. Six hours before we could ditch the bike, before we could breathe.Julian had the drive. But he didn’t know we’d made copies.The wind tore at my clothes as I leaned into a turn, the tires skimming the edge of a cliff. Jeff’s arms tightened around my waist.“Still got eyes on our tail?” His voice was a vibration against my spine, transmitted through the comm unit pressed between us.I flicked a glance at the side mirror. Two black SUVs, holding steady half a kilometer back.“Yeah,” I muttered. “They’re herding us.”Julian’s men weren’t trying to overtake us. They were waiting—for us to tire, to make a mistake.Jeff’s breath was hot on my neck. “Next bend—go off-road.”I didn’t hesitate. When the curve came, I wrenched the handlebars left. The bike lurched onto a goat path, stones spraying as we carved through the scrubland.
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The safe house smelled like old wood and gun oil. Outside, the Alps were just dark shapes against a bruised sky.Jeff’s heartbeat was steady under my ear, his chest rising and falling in the rhythm of exhausted sleep. We’d crashed onto the narrow bed hours ago, still in our clothes, too wired to rest but too drained to stay awake. Now, dawn crept through the curtains, painting his scars silver.I traced the one on his ribs—a souvenir from Kyiv. He didn’t stir.My tablet buzzed on the nightstand. Naz’s ID flashed.I slid out from under Jeff’s arm and padded to the window. The screen lit up with a secure feed. Naz’s face was pixelated, but her urgency came through clear.“Julian’s in Morocco.”I tightened my grip on the tablet. “Confirmed?”“Bank records. A villa outside Marrakesh. He’s not hiding—he’s hosting.”“Hosting who?”Naz hesitated. “Former board members. Three of the ones who resigned after your press conference.”A cold thread pulled taut in my gut. Julian wasn’t just running
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The wine was bitter on my tongue, but the warmth of Jeff’s shoulder pressed against mine made it easier to swallow. Geneva glittered below us, a city built on secrets and snow. The hotel roof was empty except for us, the wind, and the weight of what we’d just done.I tipped the bottle toward him. “You think Julian’s watching?”Jeff took a slow sip, eyes fixed on the horizon. “If he is, he’s scrambling.”I exhaled, watching my breath curl into the cold. “Or he’s laughing. We still don’t know where he is.”“We will.” His voice was steady, but his fingers tightened around the bottle. “Naz is tracking the financial trails. Aisha’s got contacts in Montreal. He can’t vanish twice.”I wanted to believe him. But the truth was, Julian Mathers had already pulled off the impossible—he’d hollowed out the Consortium from the inside, wearing its skin while he gutted it. And we’d let him. For years.The thought made my stomach twist.Jeff must’ve sensed it. He set the wine down and turned to me, his
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