Chapter 375
Chapter 375:
Skye froze.
Graves.
He was taunting her, showing her the crime in real time, knowing she couldn’t leave the house without breaching contract and owing millions.
Hunter looked at her. He tapped his earpiece.
“We see the activity at the docks,” Alistair’s voice came through her hidden earpiece. “We’re moving in. Stay put p>
“No,” Skye whispered.
“What?” Liam asked, confused. “Who are you talking to p>
“Liam,” Skye said, turning to him. She grabbed his arm. “Do you remember the emergency shutdown codes for the North Terminal? The ones Arthur installed after the accident in ’99 p>
“I… yes,” Liam stammered, thrown by the sudden shift. “The Blackout Protocol. Why p>
“Because we need to stop a shipment,” Skye said. “Right now. Or people die p>
“What are you talking about p>
“Graves,” Skye said. “He’s using your family’s old routes. He’s bypassing the digital locks, but the manual override, the one Arthur hid, should still work p>
Liam stared at the screen of the phone Skye shoved in his face. He saw the containers. He realized what was happening.
“If I do this… if I help you…” Liam started.
“If you help me,” Skye lied, looking deep into his eyes, “I might forgive you p>
It was the carrot he needed.
“Okay,” Liam said, pulling out his own phone. “I can’t control the cranes, but I can trigger a catastrophic system failure. It will lock every gear in the yard p>
“Do it,” Skye commanded.
Liam typed furiously.
On the screen, the massive cranes at the docks stopped moving. The lights on the terminal went dark.
“System crashed,” Liam said. “Nobody gets in or out p>
“Good,” Skye said.
R𝖾𝗮d 𝘸𝘪𝘁𝗵𝘰𝗎t іո𝘁𝗲𝗋𝗋𝗎𝗉𝘵𝘪𝗼n𝘀 о𝗻 be.c𝗼𝗆
Then the PA system crackled.
“Clever girl,” Graves’ voice laughed, hacking into the house speakers. “But you just trapped your friends inside with my men p>
Skye’s blood ran cold. Alistair was heading there.
“Liam,” Skye said, grabbing her car keys from the counter. “We’re leaving p>
“But the contract p>
“Screw the contract,” Skye said. “We’re going to the docks p>
She ran out the door. Liam followed, but he wasn’t running. He hobbled, gritting his teeth against the pain of his recent wounds, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he forced his damaged body to keep up.
The cameras tracked them as Skye jumped into the driver’s seat. Liam threw himself into the passenger side, clutching his abdomen, his face slick with sweat.
They sped off into the night.
The game was over.
The war had begun.
The air in the penthouse suite of the Dominion Hotel was still. It wasn’t the silence of peace; it was the silence of a vacuum, where sound had been sucked out to make room for something heavier.
Lucian Graves walked across the marble floor. His footsteps made no sound on the plush Persian rug. He held a glass of scotch in one hand, the amber liquid trembling ever so slightly, not from fear, but from the anticipation vibrating through his nerves.