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Marcus placed the tablet on the table and turned it toward her. A new headline flashed across the screen. “LEAKED VIDEO: AURORA GRAY IN SECRET MEETING BEFORE TRUST CLAIM.” Aurora’s heart skipped. “What…?” Ethan cursed. “They released footage.” Marcus nodded. “Security camera footage.” Aurora leaned closer. Her breath slowed. Her eyes sharpened. “Play it.” Marcus tapped the screen. The video started. A grainy recording appeared. A hallway. Dim lighting. And then— Aurora froze.

"The only question is whether your daughters pay the price for your mistakes or whether we all part ways peacefully tonight." I rounded the corner toward the east locker room and froze. Sage was standing in the corridor. My sister who was supposed to be outside and safe with Julian was holding her phone up and facing me. On the screen was a live stream with thousands of viewers and the numbers were climbing every second. She pointed to her ear. An earpiece smaller than mine, then she pointed up. There was a small camera mounted in the corner of the corridor ceiling and Richard Webb didn't know. It was running on backup power, transmitting and recording everything.

Suddenly, his radio chirped a high-pitched, frantic signal that made him stiffen. "Pres, you need to see this," Reaper's voice came through, sounding hollow. "The jumbotron in the infield... it just went live." We ran to the warehouse door and looked toward the track. A massive screen, visible even from the distance, flickered to life. It wasn't showing race highlights or advertisements. It was a live feed of the Iron Wolves' clubhouse in Coldwater. The building was a hollowed-out shell, surrounded by black SUVs. And standing in the center of the scorched lot, holding a white helmet in one hand and a flare in the other, was Elena. She looked directly into the camera, her lips moving in a sil

Except for enough explosives to level a city block, the facility you're approaching is empty. The real facility is three miles east, and I've activated Seattle's hybrid release protocol. You have thirty minutes to surrender or watch the news coverage of thirty-two rabid wolves in Pioneer Square."

"Marcus, I want you to open a ghost channel back to that Geneva partition." Marcus paused, looking up from his tablet. "A ghost channel? If we send a ping back, they’ll know we bypassed their secondary firewall." "That's the point," Selah said, a cold, sharp smile touching her lips. "We don't hide behind our servers. We transmit a direct message back through Vandenberg’s clearinghouse. We let them know Julian Drake is ruined, Arthur Pendleton is in federal custody, and the Knight-Monroe network is completely sealed." Xavier looked down at Selah, pride burning hot in his dark eyes. He leaned down slightly, his voice low enough for only the table to hear, but carrying an iron weight.

Chapter 15 Lena’s POV The text from Mom burned on my phone screen like a warning light. Flight switched. Coming home tomorrow afternoon instead. Can’t wait to see you all! My heart hammered against my ribs as I stared at the words. Tomorrow. We had less than twenty-four hours before the house had to look normal again — before Mom walked back into this den of secrets and smelled the sex still clinging to every surface. Julian’s arm tightened around my waist. Ava’s soft breasts pressed against my back, her fingers lazily tracing circles on my hip. Oliver’s hand remained possessively between my thighs, two fingers slowly pumping in and out of my cum-filled pussy.

The only difference was that she added a screenshot of the location. I sneered, saving every piece of evidence. Just then, commotion rose from the camp. I leaned forward to see. Melissa was in the center, holding up a selfie stick, livestreaming. "Hey, everyone. It's Melissa. My dog Max is missing. I'm so scared…" She squeezed out a few tears for the camera, her voice trembling. I muted the sound and watched her performance. Go ahead and make noise. The bigger, the better. Early the next morning, the mountain mist had yet to clear. I leaned against a tree trunk, sleepless and freezing. Checking my backup phone, I saw that Melissa's livestream had run all night.

Jasmine The camera on my phone didn’t shake. I held it perfectly steady, watching the little red ‘LIVE’ icon blink. Thanks to the master access credentials I’d quietly retained after helping design parts of Sterling Media’s shareholder communications network years ago, this wasn’t just going to my private socials. The feed was streaming directly onto Sterling Media’s global shareholder platform and the massive screen inside the headquarters, where their late-night investor presentation was currently happening. It was perfect timing. The grunts, groans, and wet, slick sex noises from the room suddenly stopped.

The footage was forty seven seconds long. Trail camera, high resolution, timestamped three nights ago in the wilderness between Riverside and Morrison Creek. Someone had placed it deliberately. Not pack, the angle was wrong for a standard perimeter camera. FBI, she suspected, Reid's people running surveillance they hadn't mentioned in yesterday's meeting because Reid never gave everything in a first conversation. She watched it four times in Riverside's makeshift command center while Roman and Dmitri stood behind her and Carla sat across the table with her hands flat on the surface and her eyes on the screen.

It was something physically blocking the surveillance cameras! Upon seeing this, Kelvin suddenly exclaimed and immediately asked, “I get it! Where’s the location of this camera?” The technician opened a window and pointed to a concealed place in the distance, saying, “It’s the camera for the western area, B-1032. It’s that one!” Kelvin glanced at it and went straight to the camera. It seemed he had discovered something. Andrius, Dax, and the others followed him. Hiss... After arriving under the camera, Kelvin immediately took out a crimson bottle and released an insect. The insect flew toward the direction of the camera, appearing very excited.