Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 319

Chapter 319

Two hours earlier-

In the heart of Banyan City, within the dimly lit confines of the local police station's holding cells, the clock struck eleven, plunging the hallway into darkness save for the lone sentinel patrolling outside. Amidst the hush, a shadow fell across the entrance, heralding the arrival of a figure cloaked from head to toe in black.

Jaxon, slumped at the corner desk, lifted his weary gaze. The newcomer, clad in a dark ensemble, strode in with a purposeful gait, face shrouded beneath a hat. "Jaxon."

"Who are you?"

"Zane sent me. Time to get you out. Let's move."

Locked up for five interminable days, Jaxon's disheveled appearance belied the flicker of hope that now ignited within him.

The Bartels family and Elaine had kept their word.

He was right to believe that leverage meant safety.

Skeptical of Whitney's warnings, he now felt a surge of relief.

Quickly rising, Jaxon stretched, a hint of ease crossing his face. "How did Zane swing it with the cops?"

"Inside connections. Top secret. Once we're out, Elaine's arranging for you to skip the country."

The man in black led the way, a beacon of freedom to a desperate Jaxon.

Yet, as they progressed, the path seemed amiss. This was not the route to the station's main exit.

isn't right," Jaxon's voice tightened

turned, the moon casting a sinister half-light across

That chilling smile...

too trusting of the Bartels, dismissing Whitney's cautionary

he realized the Bartels intended to silence him permanently. After years at Elaine's beck

way, Jaxon," the man called out, eerily

futile; the corridors

all a

fearing for his life, Jaxon found himself

right hand.

downfall, Jaxon. Your house has been cleared out

face. "You won't find the

at

a clear syringe in hand, Jaxon recalled the illicit substances he'd peddled for the Bartels, their empire built on the shadows of such dealings. Facing imminent death, Jaxon, in desperation, swallowed the pill Whitney had given him, possibly a poison, and sent a

turned sinister as he lunged, needle

walls, a futile attempt at escape, before collapsing, life ebbing away as darkness

placing a fabricated suicide note beside him, snapping a photo for the police database, then disappearing into the night

-

Whitney's call, was struck by the urgency. "Jaxon reached out two hours ago? The Bartels could've disposed of any evidence

pill I gave him. We've only got 12 hours.

"They'd fake a suicide to cover their tracks.

They won't rest until they've burned the body. The morgue!" Whitney's

to me. Head

sense of foreboding hung in the air. The fate of her

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