Chapter 1815
“Contact our operatives back in Zhinora. I want every shred of intel they have on Eagle. I want to know how the hell he survived, who raised him, and who gave him the sheer audacity to come after me p>
The convoy rolled out of the compound, leaving a cloud of dust in its wake.
Rizzo’s right-hand man hurried over, helping him dust off his suit. “Boss,” he whispered nervously, “what kind of history does Eagle have with Warrick? Warrick looked like he was genuinely terrified of him p>
Rizzo shot him a warning glare. “Don’t ask questions about Warrick’s past if you want to keep your tongue p>
The subordinate nodded quickly. “What about Eagle p>
Rizzo grit his teeth, malice twisting his features. “That bastard nearly cost me my life! Round up everyone who had any contact with him over the last few months. Beat the truth out of them p>
“Like Warrick said. Kill a thousand innocents before you let one slide p>
The enforcer nodded, taking a squad of mercenaries with him as he sped off. Swearing under his breath, Rizzo stormed back toward the interrogation room. “You thought you could play me? I’m going to take my sweet time tearing you apart p>
He shoved the door open and stepped inside, but before he could even register what was happening, the door slammed shut behind him.
The cold, razor-sharp edge of a combat knife pressed directly against his throat.
A chilling voice echoed in his ear. “Make a sound, and I’ll open your jugular p>
Rizzo froze. Before he could react, he felt the sharp prick of a needle sliding into the back of his neck.
His eyes widened in sheer panic, but with the blade resting against his skin, he didn’t dare make a move. “What—what are you doing?! Who the hell are you p>
Disguised in full mercenary tactical gear, Tarquin Bradford calmly emptied the syringe into Rizzo’s bloodstream before stepping back.
The moment Rizzo was free, he spun around, lunging for a counterattack. Tarquin sidestepped with fluid grace, clamped a hand over Rizzo’s mouth, and twisted his arm until the bone snapped with a sickening crunch.
Rizzo’s pupils dilated as agonizing pain tore through him, his scream muffled against Tarquin’s glove.
The guards outside caught the muffled scuffle. “Boss? Is everything alright p>
Tarquin slowly removed his hand from Rizzo’s mouth and wrapped his fingers around the man’s throat in a silent, deadly threat.
Sweating profusely from the pain, Rizzo managed a choked response. “I’m—I’m fine p>
Hearing the dismissal, the guards
stood down. Tarquin leaned in close, his voice barely a whisper. “I just injected you with a highly volatile neurotoxin it won’t kill you, but it will make you wish it did. If you want the antidote, you do exactly what I say.” Cóntent
Tarquin released his grip. Rizzo immediately scrambled backward, cradling his shattered arm, absolutely terrified.
He had never seen this man before in his life.
“Who are you?” he hissed, eyes wide with fear. “Who sent you? How the hell did you get past the perimeter p>
Tarquin spared a glance at Axel’s unconscious, bloodied body, his jaw tightening as a surge of murderous rage flooded his veins.
He forced it down, focusing on the cartel boss. “Get a vehicle ready. We’re leaving p>
Realization dawned on Rizzo. “You’re here for Eagle p>
Tarquin’s silence was answer enough.
“You don’t understand,” Rizzo spat.
ize your exit, you’ll never make
kwants him dead. Even if t
it past the gates p>
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Tarquin stepped closer, his presence radiating an overwhelming, suffocating pressure.
“I don’t need your authorization. I
bypassed your patrols, your snipers, and your security grid to stand in
this room and shatter your arm You think I give a damn about your defenses p>
“Your life belongs to me now. If I die, you don’t get the antidote, and you will spend
your final days screaming in agony p>
“I am not in a forgiving mood, so I strongly suggest you stop talking and start
moving p>