How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 806

Elodie kept her composure, eyes fixed on the sports car blocking the road.

By now, she was almost certain this was a deliberate interception.

"This isn't good," muttered her colleague beside her, a tall Black man who suddenly frowned. "I recognize the guy standing in front. He's a notorious boss in this area-connected to one of the Italian families."

Elodie's brow furrowed. There were more than enough men on the other side, and their exact motive was still unclear.

And someone who drove a car that expensive-were they after money?

Probably not.

"We have firearms, right?" Elodie glanced at the car doors. All locked.

She couldn't shake the feeling that these people were more dangerous than the mortars they'd escaped earlier.

"We do," her colleague replied, "but if we go toe-to-toe with them... I don't like our chances."

Elodie got the message. There was little hope of getting away clean today.

Just then, the door of the sports car opened.

A man stepped out-mid-thirties, classic European features, but striking in his

His expensive clothes set him apart

he appeared, her colleague's eyes widened. "Is that

turned to him, puzzled. "The

nothing about the criminal

Italian families. Their reach is far, and they're known for being

Sweat broke out on her colleague's

become a lot

phone tightly, anxiety twisting

get out of this dead zone and contact Jarrod, but

quietly. "Let me try

her expression grave. "Be

out what was being said outside. She only saw the

Not good.

but then she saw armed men moving toward

kept one hand out of sight, trying to get a signal on her

white man

way that made her skin crawl His green eyes glittered as he rapped on the glass, gesturing

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nerves were stretched

script, but these men-the danger

She stayed put.

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