Chapter 13: Blood on the Rooftop
The helicopter blades tear the night apart as we rise above the city, Marcus at the controls, two of his best men strapped in beside me. Bella sits across from me, white-knuckled on the seat, bulletproof vest swallowing her frame. She wouldn’t stay behind. I didn’t waste time arguing.
Fifty-eight minutes to deadline.
We land on the Lockwood Tower helipad hard enough to rattle teeth. The same rooftop where Ethan and I used to smoke cigars and plan world domination when we were kids.
Now it’s a killing ground.
Wind whips across the concrete. Floodlights are off. Only the red aircraft warning lights pulse every few seconds.
I step out first, pistol in one hand, the other reaching back for Bella. She takes it without hesitation.
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