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I don’t move a muscle.

But my cell, on the other hand, is a constant buzz of vibration.

His tone changes.

He’s not pissed any longer. He’s gained an eerie sense of control that makes me want to lose mine. “I have an emergency I need to check on. If you’ll excuse me, I’ll be right back.”

I put up a hand to stop him. “You’re not leaving until we finish this.”

“I’ll make it right with you,” he promises. “I’ll get you the cash. The real cash. Give me a minute, and I’ll be back.”

He’ll make it right?

What the fuck?

There was no counterfeit cash. That part of my story is pure fiction. There’s no reason for him to give me anything else or make shit right.

Nothing has put me on edge more than this.

I refuse to wait on him or stay in his fucking office.

I move to follow, but the moment he opens the door, three henchmen block my way.

I’ve got no weapon other than my fists.

And the trio is fully armed.

Dex rushes out as one guy puts a hand to my chest and tries to push me back in the room.

I charge forward, but it’s three to one. Dex is in a flat out run down the hall.

“You’re not going anywhere,” the tall guy hisses. “You’re about to get what’s coming to you.”

Two men push me back into the room. I stumble when the door slams.

I pick up my cell that tumbled next to me.

Ozzy – BOMB! Get the fuck out!

Micah – Did Ozzy get you? Get out. NOW!

Brax –The fucker is crazy. He’s going to light the place up. Get out!

Before I reach the door, the lock clicks as a crash hits the other side.

“Fuck!”

35

CHAOS

Goldie

Ican’t breathe.

“Get him out!” I scream.

The scene playing out in front of me has turned to uncontrolled chaos.

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