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.

Jaxon's voice tightened

man turned, the moon casting a sinister half-light across his face, transforming him into a harbinger of

That chilling smile...

heart sank. He had been too trusting of the Bartels,

years at Elaine's beck and call, holding her darkest secrets, how could

way, Jaxon," the man called

proved futile; the corridors were eerily

was all a

his life, Jaxon found himself cornered against a

for the Bartels, been Elaine's right hand. I know too

was your downfall, Jaxon. Your house

"You won't find the key evidence

at

the illicit substances he'd peddled for the Bartels, their empire built on the shadows of such dealings. Facing imminent death,

as he lunged, needle

final moments, Jaxon clawed at the walls, a futile attempt at escape, before collapsing, life ebbing away as darkness

snapping a photo for

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urgency. "Jaxon reached out two hours ago? The Bartels could've disposed

gave him. We've only got 12 hours. Bryce, we need to

Bryce realized, "They'd fake a suicide to

until they've burned the body. The

nodded, ready to act. "Leave it to me. Head back and wait for my

hung in the air. The fate of her uncle and their

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