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2025-03-09 17:00:27Outside, Jordan sprinted to his motorcycle, cursing fluently as he strapped on his helmet. "A fucking extraction? At Xavier's?" he growled, gunning the engine. "What the hell are you playing at, Roberto?"
The bike roared to life, tires squealing as he peeled out of the parking lot. He weaved through traffic recklessly, earning honks and gestures from other drivers that he cheerfully returned with his middle finger. "Every goddamn second matters," he muttered to himself, taking a corner so sharply his knee nearly scraped the pavement. "Victor's gonna flip his shit when he hears this." He pressed the Bluetooth button on his helmet. "Call Victor," he commanded. No answer. "Fuck!" Jordan yelled into his helmet, trying again with the same result. Either Victor wasn't answering or the signal was bad. As he approached Xavier's sprawling
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Maria spoke for the first time since Jordan had entered. "On his way. He just replied to my text." Victor nodded, resuming his pacing. Jordan watched him, recognizing the signs of his boss in deep thought—the slight furrow between his brows, the way his right hand absently touched the scar on his neck. "Roberto must have contacts," Victor mused aloud. "Safe houses, Something I can use." "I can find him," Jordan offered, cracking his knuckles. "Won't slip away from me twice." Victor turned to him. "I need Roberto and that child. Alive and unharmed. Understand?" "Crystal clear, boss," Jordan nodded. "I'll be gentle as a fucking butterfly." The study door opened, and Gerald entered. Unlike Jordan with his leather and attitude, Gerald was understated elegance—crisp suit, silver-streaked hair perfectly combed, weathered face betraying nothing. But today, there was something in his stance, a tension that Jordan immediately noticed. "Where have you been running off to these day
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Jordan's heart dropped dropped when he heard that. "What the fuck do you mean gone, Gone where?" Roberto coughed, blood spattering his lips. "I told him to hide while I...I ...I ran the other way he should run." "Fuck," Jordan muttered, peering around the car. Xavier's men were closing in, moving methodically from cover to cover. They had maybe two minutes before they were surrounded. "You're telling me you left a 5 year old boy to himself?" Roberto shook his head weakly. "I had no choice. It was a contingency plan I'm case it all went to shit, the boy is smart. he would work something out in the main time before I find him." Jordan pulled away, anger flashing in his eyes. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! My life's been shit ever since I met you these past days Robert." Roberto's laugh was bitter, ending in a wet cough. "I could say the same of you. You fucked everything up with that little stunt of yours the other time." Jordan checked around the car again. Xavier's men were getting cl
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