Chapter 684
Chapter 684:
“Just… next time?” Skye murmured. “Warn me before you drop a chandelier. I almost had a heart attack p>
Liam let out a shaky laugh. “Noted p>
His phone buzzed on the counter. A notification from the game app.
Parker [Lobby Chat]: Victoria is back at the hotel. She’s telling everyone you’re a ninja. She wants to build a shrine. Also, she thinks “Preston” is hot. Send help.
Skye read the message and burst out laughing. It was a hysterical, releasing sound.
“Well,” she said, wiping a tear from her eye, “at least the family dinners won’t be boring anymore p>
The interrogation room was cold and sterile, smelling of lemon cleaner and despair.
Skye stood behind the one-way mirror, watching.
Inside, Bianca sat handcuffed to the table. She looked small, stripped of her weapons and her bravado.
“I want a deal,” Bianca said to the detective. “I talk, I walk. That’s how this works p>
Alistair entered the room. He nodded to the detective, who stepped out. Alistair sat down opposite Bianca and placed a folder on the table.
“There are no deals for kidnapping, Bianca,” Alistair said calmly. “But there is… accommodation p>
“Screw you,” Bianca spat.
“Tell us about Lucian,” Alistair said. “Dominic was the muscle. Who was the brain p>
Bianca hesitated. She glanced at the mirror, as if she knew Skye was watching.
“It wasn’t just Lucian,” she whispered. “Lucian is broke. He’s desperate. He got money from… them p>
“The Syndicate,” Alistair finished for her, his voice low. “We know they exist, Bianca. That’s not news. Tell us something we can use p>
Bianca licked her cracked lips. “You know the name, but you don’t know the scope. They aren’t just funding him. They own him. And tonight? They’re calling in the debt p>
𝖠l 𝗳𝗋𝖾e oո 𝘣𝘦.𝖼o𝗺
“Where?” Skye asked through the intercom, her voice cutting into the room.
“The Obsidian,” Bianca said. “Private members only. Underground club in the Arts District. Lucian is meeting the regional director there tonight. He’s signing over the rights to the Kensington and Thorne assets as collateral p>
Alistair’s expression darkened. “He can’t do that. He doesn’t own them p>
“He has forged power of attorney documents,” Bianca said. “From before the engagement fell apart. From before the explosion. If he signs, the Syndicate lawyers will tie your companies up in international court for a decade while they strip the assets p>
Skye felt a chill run down her spine. It wasn’t just a robbery; it was a corporate execution.
“We need to stop him,” Alistair said, standing.
“Wait,” Bianca said, her voice trembling. “There’s one more thing. If I tell you… will you protect me? From them p>
“Depends on the intel,” Alistair said.
Bianca looked down at her hands. “Dominic wasn’t the only one they sent. There’s a cleaner. Someone inside the precinct p>