Chapter 559
“Mara, did you understand everything I just said p>
Roxanne demanded, sitting on a plush hotel sofa. She stared down at Mara, who was cowering on the floor.
Despite being reduced to Lawrence’s attack dog, Roxanne still relished asserting dominance over someone even lower on the food chain.
“I understand p>
Mara muttered, keeping her head bowed.
“Repeat it p>
Mara obediently recited the instructions.
“This is the most critical mission the boss has given us.
If you pull this off, I might let you meet him. Then you can finally be useful and stop living like a rat p>
“Don’t worry, Roxanne. I will execute the mission flawlessly p>
Mara replied, her voice burning with conviction.
It wasn’t just about securing a better life. The sheer thought of destroying Mira filled her with intoxicating euphoria.
Mara had lost everything, falling from a pampered heiress to a miserable errand girl. Why did Mira get to sit on a throne of wealth and power while she suffered?
Mara gritted her teeth.
Tearing Mira down from her pedestal, tossing her to a cartel to be brutalized and broken-that was the only way to satisfy her hatred.
She only wished she could watch the torture herself.
The thought twisted her lips into a grotesque, manic smile.
Three days later, Mira styled her hair exactly like Mara’s. She dressed precisely according to the Syndicate’s leaked intelligence.
She threw a pale yellow windbreaker and a sun hat over the outfit.
Her every movement was being fed to the Syndicate by their spotters.
Right on schedule, Mira’s car
approached the wooded road on her commute home. Suddenly, the cars ahead slammed on their brakes barricading the street.
Mira instantly knew the ambush had begun.
Following their standard protocol for roadblocks, Jax threw the car into reverse to find an alternate route.
But several SUVs swerved out from behind, boxing them in completely.
Seeing they were trapped, Jax slammed on the gas, ramming the car ahead.
It was their usual aggressive tactic.
He shoved the first car out of the way, but another instantly slammed into the gap, pinning them down.
Lawrence and Roxanne had clearly paid top dollar for this hit.
Normally, Jax would have kept ramming. But they all knew this was theater.
The engine cut out. A driver from the barricade stormed out, screaming for blood.
“What the hell is your problem, ramming my car p>
Jax kicked his door open and drove
his fist straight into the man’s face.
You blocked my
garn road you
piece of trash p>
“You p>
Before the driver could finish his sentence, Jax had shattered his nose, leaving him a bloody mess.
Instantly, dozens of armed thugs poured out of the surrounding vehicles, swarming Jax.
Judging by their brutal efficiency, they were highly trained mercenaries, but Jax was a lethal operative.
He could hold his own, but the sheer numbers meant he would be bogged down for a while.
Silas couldn’t leave Mira’s side. His
hority was extraction, but Mira was
worried the Syndicate might firearms.
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