Chapter 7 - The Trap Sprung
Hector gasped, drawing his suppressed firearm and aiming it directly at Grace’s chest. "Step aside, girl! Or you won't live to see the morning!"
Before Hector could pull the trigger, the wall panel behind him slid open.
Marcus stepped into the room, flanked by six heavily armed syndicate enforcers. His dark navy suit was pristine, his dark eyes glittering with cold amusement as he looked at his underboss.
"Lower the weapon, Hector," Marcus commanded in a quiet, deadly tone. "You fell for the oldest trick in the book."
Hector looked frantically between Marcus and Grace, realization crashing over him like a tidal wave. "She... she set me up?"
"Grace didn't set you up," Marcus corrected, stepping forward to disarm Hector with a single, swift motion. "Vanessa did. She thought she was using you, but every message she sent you for the last forty-eight hours was being routed through my server."
From the shadows behind the enforcers, Vanessa was brought into the room in steel handcuffs, her elegant hair disheveled and her eyes filled with manic panic.
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"Marcus, please!" Vanessa sobbed, her voice breaking. "Hector threatened me! He forced me to give him the codes!"
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