Page 66 of Cyber Revenge

You don’t get to keep her, Patrick.

The drive is a blur. The city lights pass in streaks of color, but I don’t see them. My mind is too loud. Patrick’s face. Lydia’s fear.

Her fuckingfear.

I’ll make him pay.

The factory looms in the distance. Concrete and steel. Silent. Empty.Good.

Easier to get in.

Harder to get out.

I park a block away, keeping the car hidden in the shadows. The night is too quiet. But I canfeelit. The weight in the air. The anticipation.

He’s inside.

Withher.

I move toward the building, every step measured and silent. The darkness cloaks me, making me a shadow as I approach.

The front door is locked, but I didn’t bother picking it.

I have a faster way in.

I plant the charge. Step back.

*Boom

The explosion echoes, shaking the ground. Metal screeches and concrete cracks. The door blows inward.

No alarms. No patrols. No one to hear us. The building has been dead for years.

Coming for you, motherfucker.

The smoke is thick, but I move through it like a predator. Silent and focused.

Almost there.

I hear them before I see them. Lydia’s muffled cries. Patrick’s voice–low, cruel, taunting. My jaw clenches.

Not much longer.

The room is at the end of the hall. Dim light spills from under the door. I move slower now, my body coiled tight, every muscle ready to strike. One shot.

Don’t fuck this up.

The door isn’t locked. I don’t kick it open. I ease it open. Silent. Patrick doesn’t hear me.

Good.

Lydia is tied to a chair. Her wrists are raw. Her eyes are red, wide with fear. But when she sees me.

Relief.

“Trip…”

Her voice is a broken whisper. But I hear it. Patrick turns.

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