TOXIC DESIRE HEART TEARING BETRAYAL

Emily's pulse quickened as she stared at the message. The implications were chilling. If Jacope was free, then everything they had fought for, everything they had risked, was far from over.

Chen was already on the phone, his voice sharp and commanding. "I need a full report on the transport ambush. Who was on duty? Survivors? Witnesses?" His jaw tightened. "And get me surveillance footage from every street camera in a ten-block radius. Now."

Emily turned away, pressing her hands against the cool railing of the rooftop. The city lights blurred as the weight of it all settled on her shoulders. They had been so close to freedom. So close to leaving the past behind.

David's number was already dialing before she even realized she had moved. He picked up on the first ring.

"I know," he said without preamble. "I just got word. I'm heading to the precinct now."

"Who the hell has the kind of pull to orchestrate an inside job like this?" Emily demanded.

David hesitated. "Someone with power. Someone with resources. And someone who really doesn't want Jacope behind bars."

Emily's grip on the phone tightened. "We need to find out who."

"We will," David assured her. "I'll see you soon."

Chen was off his own call when she turned back to him. His expression was grim. "Three officers dead. One critical. No sign of Jacope."

Emily swallowed hard. "Did anyone see who took him?"

Chen shook his head. "No witnesses left breathing."

A chill ran down her spine. "This wasn't just a breakout. It was a massacre."

Before Chen could respond, his phone buzzed again. He glanced at the screen, his expression darkening further. "It's worse than we thought."

He handed the phone to Emily. She read the text aloud, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Jacope didn't escape alone."

Silence stretched between them, thick with unspoken dread.

Emily's hands trembled as she lowered the phone. "Who else?"

Chen's eyes locked onto hers, his voice deadly serious. "Alex."

Her breath hitched. "No. That's not possible. Alex was under maximum security—"

Chen cut her off. "Not anymore."

The rooftop suddenly felt suffocating. Emily's mind reeled, piecing together the implications. Alex and Jacope were free. Together. And they wouldn't just disappear.

"They're coming for us," she murmured.

Chen nodded. "And we need to be ready."

The next twelve hours were a whirlwind. Security was reinforced, safe houses were secured, and every possible exit out of the city was monitored. Interpol and local law enforcement were put on high alert. But something gnawed at Emily's gut—a feeling that no matter how prepared they were, they were still one step behind.

Then, the first body appeared.

A low-level informant, throat slit, his body dumped outside the precinct with a single message carved into his chest:

Your move.

Emily stared at the corpse, her breath shallow. This was Alex's style—taunting, methodical, precise. He wanted them to know he was watching. That he was waiting.

Chen's voice was ice-cold beside her. "He's making this personal."

David approached, his face tense. "We found something else." He handed them a photograph—grainy surveillance footage from a nearby gas station. Two men standing by a black SUV.

Jacope. Alex.

Alive. Armed. And smiling.

Emily's fingers curled into fists. "They want a war?"

She met Chen's gaze, fire igniting in her eyes.

"Let's give them one."

The safe house was dimly lit, the tension thick as the team gathered around a large wooden table strewn with maps, files, and a scattering of weapons. The clock on the wall ticked loudly, counting down the moments until the next move was made.

"We need to predict their strategy," Chen said, his voice low and measured. His fingers tapped rhythmically against the wooden table, a habit Emily recognized as deep contemplation. "Jacope is reckless but methodical. He thrives in chaos but always has an exit plan. Alex? He's the real threat. A tactician. He won't come at us head-on; he'll manipulate from the shadows."

Emily leaned forward, her gaze fixed on the map spread before them. Red circles marked key locations—hideouts, last known contacts, potential escape routes. "If I were Alex, I'd be securing assets. Money. Safe houses. Weapons. He's not going to make a move until he's fully prepared."

David folded his arms. "That means he'll need a supplier. Word on the street is that there's a black-market arms deal going down at the docks in forty-eight hours. Interpol flagged chatter about Alex's old contacts trying to set up something big."

Chen's eyes darkened. "That's our window. We cut off his supply chain, we force him to make a mistake."

Emily traced a line along the map with her finger, following the probable route Alex's people would take to the deal. "We don't just intercept—we get ahead of him. If we make them think their operation is secure, we'll have the element of surprise."

David nodded. "I'll pull the latest intel and see if we can place some eyes on the ground before we make our move."

Chen met Emily's gaze, his voice firm. "If we do this, we do it right. No heroics, no unnecessary risks."

Emily smirked slightly. "You really think he's not expecting us?"

Chen exhaled sharply. "Oh, he's expecting us. But we're going to make sure he never sees us coming."

Somewhere in the darkness, as Emily's consciousness faded, a new nightmare began.

A metal door creaked open. Dim, flickering light cast eerie shadows on concrete walls. Rough hands dragged her across the cold floor, her limbs useless. She tried to move, but the drugs still coursed through her system.

Then, a voice.

Smooth. Calculated.

""You should have known, Emily," Alex whispered, his breath warm against her cheek, his voice laced with dark amusement. "This was never just about survival."

She forced her heavy eyelids open, her vision swimming. The dim light cast jagged shadows across his face, highlighting the cruel smirk tugging at his lips.

"It's about revenge," he continued, his fingers brushing a stray lock of hair from her face with deceptive gentleness. "And I've waited a long time for this."

Emily tried to move, but her limbs were sluggish, unresponsive. The drugs still held her captive. A slow dread curled in her stomach as Alex leaned closer, his voice a whisper of venom.

"Welcome to the endgame."

The door slammed shut, plunging her into darkness.