**Chapter 80: The Master Plan**The warehouse lights buzzed overhead like dying insects. The smell of gunpowder, saltwater, and rust hung thick in the air, choking me as another contraction rippled across my belly. Thirty-four weeks. Too early. But nothing about this night was going according to plan.Damien knelt in front of me on the dirty concrete, his expensive coat smeared with dust and a streak of someone else’s blood. His hands hovered near my belly like he was afraid to touch me. For the first time since I’d known him, Damien Voss looked truly afraid.“Isla,” he rasped, voice hoarse. “Look at me.”I couldn’t. My eyes were fixed on Marcus Hale, who was being zip-tied by Damien’s security team. Even now, Marcus was smiling through bloody teeth, like a man who knew he’d already won.“Tell her, Voss,” Marcus taunted. “Tell your precious good girl the *full* truth. No more half-confessions. No more convenient omissions.”Mia w
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