Chapter 18 - Striking Back Against The Board
“Take my car—it’s bulletproof and equipped with an emergency transponder,” Jessi ordered instantly, tossing her private keys across the desk. Ivan caught them out of the air, already sprinting toward the private executive elevator without looking back.
He punched the elevator button furiously, his heart pounding like a sledgehammer against his ribs. The ride down to the subterranean parking garage felt like an eternity as he replayed the security footage in his mind.
He tore out of the parking garage in Jessi’s armored sedan, his foot buried deep into the floorboards as he raced up the highway toward upstate. His mind raced with terrifying scenarios, praying to every god he knew that Fiona was still safe.
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When he finally slammed the car into park outside his estate, the front door was shattered off its hinges. Two masked men were dragging a terrified Fiona toward a waiting getaway van parked on the gravel driveway.
Ivan didn't slow down; he charged across the lawn like a tactical freight train, tackling the first kidnapper into the rose bushes. The second man dropped Fiona, pulling a heavy tactical blade from his waistband and swinging it wildly.
