Chapter 9
Marcus, Evelyn's driver, suddenly fired two shots from behind a crate, taking down the lead security guard.
Chaos erupted inside the boathouse as muzzle flashes lit up the dark, fog-filled room.
"Run!" Evelyn screamed to Elena and Leo, waving her arms toward the side emergency exit.
Elena grabbed Leo's hand and sprinted through the darkness toward a rusted metal door at the back.
Julian pulled a concealed handgun from his jacket, firing back at Marcus with terrifying precision.
Marcus fell to the concrete floor with a wounded groan, his firearm skidding out of reach.
Julian stepped over the fallen driver, his face twisted into a mask of cold, psychotic determination.
He walked slowly toward Evelyn, who was frantically trying to maneuver her wheelchair through the clutter.
The front wheel of her chair caught on a loose floorboard, tipping her sideways onto the cold concrete floor.
Evelyn let out a sharp cry of pain as her hip slammed hard against the hard ground.
Julian stood over her, pointing his weapon directly at her forehead with steady, unmoving hands.
"You should have stayed in the penthouse, Evelyn," Julian whispered coldly.
"We could have been happy together, ruling Wall Street side by side."
Evelyn lay on her side, her silk coat covered in harbor dirt and grease from the floor.
As she stared up at the barrel of the gun, a strange, intense heat surged down her spine.
The nerve-blocking medication was wearing off due to the surge of adrenaline coursing through her body.
A violent, electric sensation shot through her left leg, causing her toes to twitch visibly.
Julian noticed the movement and his eyes widened in sudden, genuine astonishment.
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Before he could pull the trigger, Evelyn reached out, grabbing a heavy metal pipe lying beside her.
She swung it with all her strength, smashing it directly into Julian's right knee with a sickening crack.
