Watching her breakdown, Mitchel felt not a shred of sympathy.
Katieâs reputation for cunning was well-established.
Even behind bars, she would find ways to escape and clear her name.
Letting Lorenzo handle Katie was exactly the outcome Mitchel had intended.
He recoiled in disgust from the hand Katie reached out to him, saying, âEnjoy the fruits of your own actions, Katie.
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At the door, he turned to look back at Katie, sincerity in his eyes.
âHonestly, I hope you outwit Lorenzo.
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Surviving Lorenzo meant facing the vengeance of his entire clan, a fate few could withstand.
But in Mitchelâs eyes, it was the punishment Katie rightly deserved!
Once the door closed behind him, Katieâs cries of despair echoed through the silence.
The unknown horrors that awaited her filled her with dread.
Fear coiled around her like serpents tightening on her bones.
âMitchel, I hate you.
I hate you⦠I wish you and that woman both a miserable deathâ¦â Her venomous curse filled the room, echoing with malice.
Yet, Mitchel showed no reaction.
He was determined to prevent Katie from causing any more harm.
Not in this life.
Collapsed on the ground, her cries dwindling, Katie suddenly heard footsteps drawing near.
Lifting her head, she saw Lorenzoâs deceptively gentle and scholarly face approaching.
Just as she opened her mouth to speak, a cold flash of light cut through the air.
âs BunnyBookery âSlash!â
With the scissors poised over the detonator wire, Raegan didnât hesitate to cut the yellow wire.
âSnip.
â The sound echoed sharply, and she instinctively closed her eyes, her heart pounding.
The fear was real, but, fortunately, there was no explosion.
She had succeeded!
Raegan felt a surge of relief and nearly cheered, but the situation demanded focus, not celebration.
She quickly gathered her toolkit, slung it over her shoulder, and hurried to the next explosive location.
Having Learned from her first attempt, Raegan approached the second device with more confidence.
She grabbed the scissors and cut the wire without second-guessing.
Instead of a âsnipâ, a loud âpopâ sounded.
âClack!â The scissors in her grip clattered to the ground.
Raegan instinctively crouched and covered her head, bracing for an explosion.
However, the catastrophic blast she anticipated didnât occur.
Just as Raegan was about to look up, she felt the cold metal of a gun barrel press against her temple.
She froze.
A man in black fixed her with a stern look.
âYouâre the woman the boss is after!â
Raeganâs heart sank.
The âbossâ referred to must be Lorenzo.
The man glanced at the explosive, swearing under his breath, âShit!â
The detonator wire had been cut!
He turned back to Raegan with a mix of anger and disbelief.
âDid you cut this?â