❝ᴀʟʟ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴅᴏ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ.❞|| Marcus Graves was born to be a freedom fighter. He always wanted to get rid of all that makes the world digress since this same world brought him nothing but despair. His parents, Mother CIA...
This is the conclusion to one of the last big villains of the story. I want to thank you all for taking the time to read this book. I'm gonna say goodbye yet, as that's for later. In any case, enjoy...
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Beneath Lucien's Estate...
Marcus's breath came in ragged gasps as the enforcers dragged him, Nick, and Mikhail, down the cold, dimly lit hallway. His wrists ached from the tight ropes binding them, but that pain was nothing compared to the fire burning inside him. They were close—too close to let Lucian win. Rochelle had died for this, and he wasn't about to let her sacrifice be in vain.
The grip on his arms tightened as one of the enforcers shoved him forward, grunting something about them being trouble. His feet stumbled, but his mind was already working, searching for an opening, a chance to break free. Marcus could feel Nick and Mikhail tense beside him, their eyes darting around, just as desperate as he was.
Lucian's voice echoed in Marcus's mind, taunting, confident, dismissive.
"This is my world. You're just guests."
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Not for long...
He wasn't going to die here, not like this. And neither were Nick or Mikhail.
The enforcers were rough, and overconfident, just like Lucian. They thought they had already won, that they were just cleaning up loose ends. That would be their downfall.
As they rounded a corner, Marcus caught a glimpse of a shadowy alcove up ahead, where the narrow hallway split into two directions. It wasn't much, but it was enough. If he could just—
Without warning, Marcus twisted his body sharply, throwing all his weight into the enforcer gripping his left arm. The man let out a surprised grunt, stumbling backward as Marcus drove his shoulder into the enforcer's chest, knocking him off balance.
Before the others could react, Marcus kicked hard at the back of the second enforcer's knee, causing him to buckle. Nick and Mikhail moved in sync with Marcus, using the momentary chaos to fight back.
Mikhail spun around and headbutted the enforcer behind him, sending the man crashing into the wall. Nick, using his bound hands as leverage, slammed his fists into the stomach of the guard closest to him. The enforcer doubled over in pain, dropping to his knees.
Marcus, fueled by adrenaline, dropped low and swept his leg under the last standing enforcer, sending him sprawling onto the cold stone floor. The three of them, hands still bound, took out the remaining men with brutal efficiency, leaving them groaning on the ground, disarmed and disoriented.
Marcus, breathing heavily, kneeled beside one of the unconscious enforcers and quickly rifled through his pockets. His fingers closed around a radio, and he yanked it free, holding it up triumphantly.
