Chapter 121: 3-1-2

[Natasha's POV] Inside were three things. A cheap, prepaid burner phone. A small, laminated map of the coastline with a single location circled in red pen. And a passport.I opened it. The face was the same one from the driver's license. Daniel Rovik. The name was the same. But this was a different document. A German passport. The stamps in it were recent and varied. Budapest. Prague. Vienna. Moscow. And then, a final, crude entry stamp for the country I was currently in, dated three days ago. Three days. The length of my entire memory.The burner phone in my hand vibrated, buzzing against my palm with the violence of a trapped insect. I stared at the blank, glowing screen. A text message. Two words.Get out.My blood ran cold. It wasn't a suggestion. It was a command. I wasn't just stranded. I was a target.I forced myself to think. The map showed a fishing village on the coast, a hundred miles further west. The circled location was a small, isolated pier. That was the destination.

Chapter 122: A Gunshot

[Natasha's POV] I scrambled back up the stairs, pushing the hatch open. The blizzard was still raging, but the village was no longer completely dark. A single, weak light shone from a window in one of the larger buildings. A tavern, or an inn. And next to it, a small boat harbor, where the boat I was hiding in was moored. I hadn't even seen it in the storm.Then I saw the car. Not my car. A black SUV, its engine idling, exhaust pluming into the white air. It was parked at the entrance to the pier, blocking it.They were here.I slammed the hatch shut, plunging myself back into darkness. My heart was a wild drum against my ribs. I had to think. I had to move. The book. The SD card. They thought the book was the prize. But the real prize was the evidence on that card.I grabbed the laptop, ripping the satellite phone from its dock. I shoved the SD card into my pocket, along with the burner phone. The laptop was too heavy, too cumbersome. But the phone… the satellite phone could be my w

Chapter 123: He's Safe

[Natasha's POV]He ducked back behind the corner of a building.I had seconds. The man on the ground was groaning, trying to rise. I kicked him hard in the head. He went limp. A stolen breath of time.I scrambled for the satellite phone, brushing the snow off it. The screen was dark. I pressed the power button. Nothing. It was dead. A bullet, a kick, the cold… something had finished it.Forty-seven percent. Was it enough?I didn't wait to find out. I ran. Not inland, where more of them could be. Not back to the pier, which was a dead end. I ran along the line of the buildings, toward the dark, open end of the village. The wind howled, a physical presence, pushing me, hiding me.I reached the last building in the row. A storage shed, its door hanging off a single, rusted hinge. I slipped inside, pulling the door as shut as I could. The air inside was thick with the smell of salt and old fishnets. I peered through a crack in the wood.They were regrouping. One was helping the other to h

All Chapters of Revenge of the Silver Blood Heiress: Chapter 121 - Chapter 123

Chapter 121: 3-1-2

Chapter 122: A Gunshot

Chapter 123: He's Safe