Mission impossible. Mason pov

Fiona had managed to pull some strings after all—but in the most bizarre yet entirely predictable way.

My mother needed a bone marrow transplant, and since I was her only viable option, the authorities had agreed to transport me to the hospital for testing. It was an interesting plan, slightly outside the bounds of what I'd expected, but an opportunity nonetheless.

Now, I sat in the back of a van, hands cuffed, being escorted to the hospital. The entire ride, I was already mapping out my escape. This was my one shot, and I wasn't about to waste it.

Fiona had paid a hefty sum to get the doctors to go along with the plan, making sure I'd be placed in a ward instead of a prison cell. The moment I was left alone, I'd break free from the cuffs and slip past the cops stationed outside. The next step would be securing a gun and a silencer. I needed to be methodical, precise.