Liam’s phone buzzed sharply across his desk. He answered instantly when he saw Sandra’s name flash on the screen. Her voice was low and shaky, yet determined. Something about her tone told him this wasn’t just another lead, it was real.
Something was off, though. He could sense it. But the mention of Gwen’s name burned away every doubt. For the sake of getting her back, he’d do anything.
“Get your gun ready,” Liam barked to his men, his voice sharp like a blade. “We leave tonight.”
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Night fell fast. Gwen stood before the mirror, dressed in black again, tight pants, leather jacket, her hair tied up neatly. The reflection staring back at her was no longer the gentle mother Lucas knew. It was someone ready for war.
Her phone buzzed. Sandra: “I’m ready.”
Gwen’s lips curved into a ha
