Chapter 548:

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He’d finally dropped the pretense—he’d never intended to pay them at all. No ordinary person could dream of affording Lucas’ bombs. The price tag for this batch alone soared past ten million dollars.

The tattooed man had made up his mind before even setting foot inside: seize the goods, dispose of Lucas, and keep every cent for himself. Afterwards, he’d simply let rumors circulate that Lucas had fallen victim to some gangland crossfire.

Dayna caught the glimmer of greed in the tattooed man’s eyes and fixed him with a sharp stare.

“Does your boss know what you’re planning here?” she demanded.

They were hoarding bombs on a massive scale—Lucas was exactly the kind of specialist they needed, and there was no way Quentin would have sanctioned a reckless move like this.

The tattooed man let out a harsh, mocking laugh. “Once you’re all dead, who’s left to tell the tale?”

He eyed Lucas with twisted admiration. “You really are a genius, Lucas. Too bad it ends here.”

Dayna’s whole body went rigid, her knuckles whitening around the wheelchair’s handles.

Hemmed in by a wall of guns, they were isolated—Lucas’ backup already forced away, nowhere in sight.

For the first time in years, true helplessness scraped at Dayna’s nerves. No matter how many crises she’d survived before, nothing compared to being boxed in with no chance of fighting back.

𝗪𝖾e𝗄𝗅y 𝗿𝗲𝗅𝗲а𝘴𝖾𝗌 оn ga𝗅𝗇𝗈𝗏𝘦𝘭s.сom

She turned to Kristopher, her expression tangled with uncertainty.

They’d slipped up this time; nobody anticipated the tattooed man’s deceit.

Kristopher’s mind raced, breaking down the odds in a heartbeat.

They were boxed in on all sides—eight armed men against Lucas and just two loyal bodyguards.

The tattooed man leveled his gun at Dayna, a vicious sneer twisting his lips. “Say your goodbyes.”

Before anyone could move, a cold, unhurried voice rang out from the shadows. “I’d like to see which of you has the guts to pull that trigger.”

The air seemed to freeze as every head snapped toward the source. Even the tattooed man faltered, his bravado crumbling in an instant.

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