Dangerous Escape

Elias had never felt rage like this.

Not even when Reed betrayed them.

Not even when their security was breached.

This was different.

This was personal.

Vivian had made it personal.

He stood in Damon's office, staring at the map of the city, jaw clenched so tight it ached.

Claire was still at the laptop, tracking movement in high-end buildings. "I've cross-referenced every possible location Vivian could be using," she said, scrolling rapidly. "But she covered her tracks well."

Damon leaned against the desk, arms crossed. "If we can't track her, we force her to come to us."

Elias exhaled slowly. "How?"

Damon's eyes darkened. "We hit her where it hurts."

Elias didn't hesitate. "Do it."

Damon pulled out his phone.

Seconds later, orders were being sent.

Vivian thought she had control of the game.

She was about to learn,

Elias didn't play by the rules.