Page 92 of BounBound By Scars

I hoped Amelia wasn’t in my room. I needed this to stay quiet. We didn’t need more panic. Not yet.

I opened the White House Crazon hack again—out of habit, out of desperation—and let it run in the background.

When I reached my room, I didn’t waste any time.DaLiawas on. My fingers moved faster now, instinct guiding me as I unlocked my hidden terminal and pulled up the recent flags.

I wasn’t expecting anything.

Just like every other night for the last few weeks.

But then the list appeared. And my stomach dropped.

Seven names.

Bennett, Kaylan – $20M (Detainment)

Carlton, Logan – $5M (Open Hit)

Desmond, Amelia – $20M (Detainment)

Desmond, Dylan – $5M (Open Hit)

Gill, Kabir – $5M (Open Hit)

Mateez, Leora – $20M (Detainment)

Rivera, Zarek – $5M (Open Hit)

There it was. A list that looked like it belonged in a damn execution chamber. Alphabetized. Neat. Efficient.

A price on every one of our heads.

And then the realization hit—harder than any bullet I’d ever taken.

The men had open hits.

But the women?

Detainment.

No one used that word unless they meant displacement. Trafficking. Disappearing. Ruined.

My blood ran cold. I could barely breathe. The world tilted slightly and I had to brace my hand on the desk to steady myself.

Amelia.

I couldn’t let anything happen to her.

Or Kaylan. Or Leora.

Any of them.

This was no longer a hypothetical. This was real—this was happening.

If someone touched a single fucking hair on Lia’s head—

My Sentrix app buzzed.

I flinched. Hard.

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