[CONTENT TEMPLATE HERE]
Chapter 832:
The driver reached back from the front seat with a soaked cloth. Ether. The knowledge surfaced from somewhere in her medical training. She fought with everything she had, her nails raking deep into the driver’s forearm and drawing blood. But in the confined space, her strength was no match for his.
Her consciousness narrowed rapidly. Her body grew heavy. In the last second before darkness took her, driven by pure instinct, she pressed the speed-dial button on the side of her phone — the emergency contact Crawford had set up for her after the incident in the Hamptons, connecting directly to his private line.
Two blocks away, Crawford’s phone screamed with its highest-level alarm. A red exclamation point flashed on the screen alongside June’s real-time GPS coordinates, already moving away at speed.
“Follow that Lincoln!” Crawford roared at his driver. “Now p>
Across the city, Cole Compton’s private security system received its own alert. The signal from the Van Cleef & Arpels bracelet June wore — fitted with a tracker — had switched suddenly to duress mode. Cole stared at the screen, watching the red dot that represented June being carried away into the dark, and his eyes went bloodshot as something cold and destructive rose through him.
𝖣𝗂s𝖼𝗼𝘷𝗲𝘳 ոе𝘄 𝘀t𝘰𝗋𝗶𝘦𝘴 𝗼𝗇 𝗴𝘢𝘭𝘯𝗼𝗏е𝗹ѕ.𝗰o𝗺
Crawford’s armored Cadillac Escalade tore through the streets of Brooklyn, ignoring every traffic law. In the passenger seat, his security chief Rhodes coordinated their entire network on a tablet, working to cut off every possible escape route.
Crawford sat in the back, eyes fixed on two moving dots on the screen, a terrible focus in his gaze. “They’re heading for the pier. Order Teams A and B to block the Williamsburg Bridge. Force them into the dead end p>
Inside the Lincoln, the driver caught the black SUV in his rearview mirror and cursed, flooring the accelerator. In the back seat, the scar-faced man was moving to inject June with a sedative.
The needle was inches from her skin when the car was struck from the side with a violent impact. Crawford, personally at the wheel of a second armored GMC, had burst from an intersection and caught the Lincoln’s rear quarter perfectly, sending it spinning out of control. The car slammed into a row of shipping containers, smoke pouring from its crumpled hood.
The GMC and the Escalade boxed the Lincoln in. More than a dozen armed security personnel in black tactical gear swarmed the wreck. Crawford stepped out of the GMC in only his white shirt, the cold air doing nothing to touch the fury radiating off him, and walked toward the wreck.
Seeing they were trapped, one of the kidnappers pressed a knife to the unconscious June’s throat. “Stay back! Or I’ll kill her p>
Crawford didn’t slow his pace. His voice was colder than the night air. “If you so much as touch a hair on her head, I will make your entire family regret being born.” Rhodes had already settled the red dot of his sniper scope on the kidnapper’s wrist.
In the man’s moment of hesitation, Crawford ripped open the rear door. He seized the man’s wrist and wrenched. A sharp crack split the silence of the pier. The kidnapper screamed. The knife fell.