Page 65 of Cyber Revenge

She fought.

A muscle in my jaw ticks as I stand, scanning the ground. Footsteps. Leading away from the car. Away from the house.

I take a step back, my chest tight, the edges of my vision already going dark.

Think. Focus.

The cameras. I move back inside, body moving on instinct. My fingers are steady as I grab my phone, pulling up the security feed. I rewound. Watched.

Come on. Show me.And then I see it.

Patrick.

That fuckinggrin.My jaw clenches tighter as I watch him push his way inside.

I see the moment Lydia realizes what is happening.

Her body stiffened. Her eyes went wide.

She fought.

But he is stronger. Bigger.

I watch him shove her back against the wall, his hand over her mouth as she struggles.

My breathing slows.

My pulse pounds in my ears, louder than the quiet ticking of the clock. I see him drag her toward the door.

No.

My grip on the phone tightens. The plastic creaks under the pressure, but I don’t care.

I rewind. Pause. Check the timestamp. Pull up the GPS tracker I put in one of the bracelets Lydia wears religiously, months ago.

The screen blinks.Ping.An address.Factory. East side.I know that place. Abandoned. No lights. No cameras. No witnesses.

Perfect for a fucking grave.

The air around me feels thicker. Heavier. My pulse slows.

You took her.

My fingers flex, muscles twitching with the need to move.

You fucking took her.

The edges of my vision go black. I don’t think. I don’t hesitate.

Gear up.

The garage is cold, but I don’t feel it. My body is on autopilot. Every movement is practiced. Precise. I grab what I need.

Gloves. Vest. Blades. Tattoo gun. I’m not just going to hurt him, I’m going to mark him. My favorite knife slides into the sheath on my thigh without a sound.

The mask is last. I pull it down over my face, the familiar weight molding to my skin like a second layer of armor. The world feels different with it on.

Sharper. Colder. Darker.

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