Chapter 51
Isabella’s POV
The van screeched to a halt outside our temporary safe house. Oracle had chosen the location wisely—a run-down warehouse on the outskirts of the city, camouflaged by overgrown weeds and broken-down vehicles. It was the last place anyone would think to look for us, especially Monalisa’s men.
Alex hauled Monalisa out of the van, his grip on her arm firm despite her resistance. Her face twisted in pain from the gunshot wound in her shoulder, but she remained silent, her eyes cold and calculating.
“Inside,” Alex ordered, leading her toward the warehouse.
I followed closely, my mind still racing from the events at the industrial site. The drive was now safely uploaded to Oracle’s encrypted server, but the weight of what we had just done lingered in the air.
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