Chapter 8 - The Standoff on the Ice
The howling winter wind whipped across the frozen river as Marcus dragged Poppy toward the edge of the rusted cargo pier.
A sleek black launch was waiting at the dock, its engine idling in the black water.
Suddenly, August’s heavy armored SUV smashed through the chain-link perimeter fence, its high-beam headlights pinning Marcus in a blinding white glare.
August stepped out into the freezing wind, discarding his wooden cane onto the snow, standing tall and imposing despite his limp. His guards surrounded the pier with high-powered rifles drawn.
"Let her go, Marcus," August said, his low voice carrying absolute, lethal authority over the sound of the storm.
Marcus pulled Poppy in front of him, pressing the barrel of his gun against her shoulder. "One step closer, August, and I drop her into the river! Give me the keys to the offshore accounts, or she dies tonight!"
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Poppy looked straight into August’s eyes, showing no fear. "Mr. August... my hand isn't cold anymore."
👉 Read PART 9 to see how August saved Poppy on the pier!
