"You can't kidnap me to another country—""Watch me." Damon dragged Kai through the private terminal, grip like steel.Everything blurred: rushed packing, fake IDs, the frantic drive. Now a sleek jet waited on the tarmac at a quiet airstrip—no lines, no scans."Where'd you get this?" Kai asked, pulling back."Don't ask." Damon shoved him up the steps. "Board or rot in prison. Pick."Kai glanced behind. Margaret stood by the car, waving weakly. A sad goodbye."She's staying?" Kai's voice cracked."To cover tracks. Shield others from him." Damon's tone softened once. "Your uncle's relocated. Friends too. No traces left."They settled into leather seats. Engines roared. The jet lifted off, city shrinking to a glowing smear below.Kai pressed his face to the window. Home—gone forever. "Where to?""Somewhere he can't reach." Damon stared ahead, jaw tight."Tell me straight. No more secrets."Silence stretched. Then Damon spoke, voice flat. "He killed four last night. After I hit his apartm
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