A Bleeding Stranger Collapsed At My Fence—And Forced Me To Face The Syndicate I Ran From
Part 2
I froze as the steel dug into my skin, recognizing the voice behind me.
It belonged to a kid I had trained years ago, back before everything went to hell.
“Put the gun down, kid,” I said, keeping my hands steady.
“Greg pays me too well to listen to a washed-up ghost,” he shot back.
He pressed the barrel harder against my spine.
I caught Megan’s eye in the dim light of the corridor.
She didn’t panic or scream.
Instead, she shifted her weight slightly to the left, angling her rifle.
I dropped to one knee just as the kid pulled the trigger.
The gunshot deafened me in the tight stone space.
Megan slammed the butt of her rifle into the kid’s jaw, dropping him instantly.
My ears rang as I scrambled up and shot the lock off Thomas’s cell.
The heavy door swung outward, revealing an old man chained to the wall.
Despite the bruises covering his face, Thomas carried a quiet, unbreakable dignity.
Megan rushed in and smashed the rusted chain links with an iron bar.
“We have to move,” I told them, checking the corridor.
More boots hammered down the stairs toward the cellblock.
We bolted toward the ventilation shaft I had spotted earlier.
Gunfire chewed the stone behind us as we scrambled through the grate.
I took a graze across my left arm, the bullet tearing through my sleeve.
We burst out of the vent and sprinted toward the rear wall.
Brian was waiting with the horses exactly where we planned.
We mounted up and rode hard into the crushing darkness of the desert.
For two hours, we pushed the horses to their absolute limits.
We finally stopped in a dry creek bed to catch our breath.
Megan immediately came over and pressed a cloth against my bleeding arm.
I watched her hands work quickly in the moonlight, wrapping the wound tight.
“You didn’t flinch back there,” I noted, wincing as she pulled the knot.
She looked up, her dark eyes reflecting a secret she had been hiding all night.
“My father isn’t just an elder, Craig,” she confessed softly.
“He holds the cipher to Greg’s entire ledger.”
I stared at her, realizing the magnitude of what we had just stolen.
This was not a simple rescue mission anymore.
We had just ignited a war that would burn across the entire territory.
But as Thomas watched me from the shadows, I realized there was something else he wasn’t saying.
What kind of terrifying leverage does Thomas actually have that would make a monster like Greg risk everything to get him back?
Part 3
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