Chapter 10 - Into the Fire
I found them on the upper catwalk. Marcus had Emma tied to a steel pillar, a gun pressed to her temple. Oliver was caged in a small office overlooking the floor.
“Drop the gun, Preston!” Marcus screamed, his composure completely shattered as my men surrounded the ground floor below. “I’ll blow her brains out!”
I slowly lowered my rifle. “Let them go, Marcus. This is between you and me.”
“You’re pathetic,” Marcus spat. “You built an empire, and you threw it away for a maid!”
Emma caught my eye. She wasn't crying. She gave me a tiny, almost imperceptible nod. She had slipped one of her hands free from the zip-tie.
Suddenly, Emma drove her elbow backward, catching Marcus square in the throat. He gagged, his gun firing wildly into the ceiling. I drew my pistol in a fraction of a second and fired twice. Both bullets hit Marcus in the chest. He collapsed over the railing, plummeting to the factory floor below.
I sprinted up the metal stairs, tearing the rest of Emma's restraints off. I kissed her fiercely, the taste of smoke and tears mingling.
We ran to the office and shattered the glass. Oliver leaped into my arms, burying his face in my neck.
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“Dad,” Oliver whispered, his voice clear over the dying sirens outside. “You came.”
I closed my eyes, a single tear falling into my son's hair. “Always. I will always come for you.”
