Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 1155

Whitney finally caught her breath, her heart pounding as she realized just how quickly Ludwik had turned the tables. In the blink of an eye, he'd not only wrestled the gun away-one that had been aimed square at his chest-but had also pinned the wild, bloodthirsty Bryce to the floor, with the help of the SWAT team.

Half a dozen SWAT officers rushed in, surrounding Bryce and forcing him face- down onto the polished hardwood.

Bryce was completely finished.

He let out a couple of furious, guttural howls, his twisted face still defiant as he craned his neck, shooting daggers at Ludwik with his eyes. "This was all supposed to be mine! I fought tooth and nail for this! I haven't lost-I haven't! Ludwik, I swear, I'll tear you apart!"

Ludwik just sneered, not wasting another word on him. He handed the gun to one of the officers, calmly wiping Bryce's blood from his hands with a crisp white handkerchief. His eyes were cold and merciless. "You tried to use Mr. Wilson as a hostage-even now, you're totally out of your mind. Just that alone will have the President throwing away the key on you."

He let out a short, humorless laugh. "You and Florence can look forward to sharing a cell. Kidnapping, attempted murder-congratulations, you're both looking at life behind bars."

With a flick of his hand, he signaled the SWAT team to drag Bryce and Florence away.

their necks toward the windows, only to see the front

Ronan Miller had sent as backup-they were already cuffed and lying face-down on the pavement,

them, glaring at his own bodyguards and Ronan's guys, all of them shackled and beaten. It finally hit him: Ludwik had set this whole thing up

trap-a

from pale to

to lose everything once more this time

Ludwik would find a hundred ways to have

it end like

him in Manhattan, every grudge, every stolen

win, right when Bryce thought he had

go down without

a row of police SUVs parked outside the Inko Group tower. Reporters crowded the sidewalk, cameras

the blinding sun, his eyes darkening. Something flickered in his mind—a memory of a visitor from Germany, not so