Chapter 8 - The Ghost of the Syndicate
Willa stood over Miles, the gun shaking in her hand. The other men hesitated, seeing the weapon and the massive, snarling dog at her side.
"Leave!" Willa shouted, her voice echoing in the small shop. "Or I start firing!"
The men looked at each other, then at the unconscious Miles. They knew the order was to bring her back alive, but they weren't going to die for it. One by one, they stepped back.
Willa didn't wait. She grabbed Brutus, and they ran out the back exit, plunging into the darkness of the industrial docks.
They ran until her legs gave out, until the sun began to peek over the horizon, painting the sky in colors of bruised orange and gray. They reached a subway station, slipping into the crowded morning rush of commuters, disappearing into the anonymity of the city.
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She was safe. For now.
But as she stood on the platform, she realized the terrifying truth: she was now the most wanted woman in New York. She had humiliated the most dangerous man in the city. And she had stolen his dog.
