Chapter 504
Chapter 504:
She stepped closer, her eyes glittering with malice. “You cost me my bonus tonight, Skye. But the Morettis… they pay very well for corporate leverage. Especially leverage that knows Lucian’s encryption keys p>
One of the mercenaries stepped forward. He was a mountain of muscle with a scar running down his jaw. “She’s the Oracle p>
“She’s the key,” Amy confirmed. “Grab her p>
Skye realized with a jolt of cold horror what was happening. This wasn’t just a kidnapping; it was a corporate extraction. The Morettis were capitalizing on the chaos to steal Lucian’s most valuable asset.
“He’ll kill you,” Skye whispered, backing away until her spine hit the velvet wall. “Lucian doesn’t share p>
“He’ll never know,” Amy said, shrugging. “We’ll dump your body in the desert once they extract the codes. He’ll think you died in the fire p>
Amy nodded to the guards.
They moved fast. Skye tried to raise her arms, to fight, but her limbs were lead. The chemical sweetness in the air had done its work.
One guard grabbed her arms, pinning them behind her back. Pain shot through her injured fingers, white-hot and blinding.
Amy stepped forward and ripped the micro-earpiece from Skye’s ear—the one William had given her earlier. She crushed it under her heel.
“No signal,” Amy smirked. “This level is a dead zone. Scream all you want. The soundproofing is excellent p>
They dragged her into the room. It was a holding suite, gaudy and filled with mirrors.
“Tie her up,” the mercenary ordered. “The transport is five minutes out p>
Amy watched with a satisfied smirk as Skye was thrown onto the leather sofa. “Goodbye, Princess p>
Amy turned to leave. The door clicked shut. The lock turned.
Skye lay on the sofa, breathing hard, fighting the sedative. She needed a weapon. She needed…
The door exploded inward.
Splinters of wood and twisted metal showered the room. The noise was deafening, a thunderclap in the small space. The Moretti mercenary froze, a length of rope in his hands. He turned toward the door, confusion clouding his features.
𝗥o𝘮𝗮n𝘤e 𝗇o𝘃𝘦𝗅𝘴 𝗈𝘯 𝖻𝗲.с𝗼𝗺
“Who the f p>
He didn’t finish the sentence.
Lucian Graves stepped through the ruined doorway.
He didn’t look like a man. He looked like a natural disaster compressed into a bespoke suit. His jacket was gone, his white shirt sleeves rolled up to reveal forearms corded with tension, stained with soot and blood. His eyes were void of humanity—black pits of absolute, terrifying violence.
Kael stood behind him, his assault rifle raised, along with three other elite guards.
Lucian’s gaze swept the room. It landed on Skye, curled on the sofa, trembling. Then it shifted to the mercenary.
The temperature in the room seemed to drop twenty degrees.
“Moretti filth,” Lucian said. His voice was conversational. Calm.
Which made it infinitely more terrifying.
The mercenary reached for his sidearm.
Lucian moved.
It was a blur of motion. He crossed the room in two strides. He didn’t speak. He didn’t negotiate. He grabbed the mercenary by the throat.
Lucian lifted the heavy man off the ground as if he weighed nothing. The mercenary clawed at Lucian’s hand, his legs kicking uselessly.