Chapter 18 - The Red Syndicate|
As the gunman passed her position, Naomi stepped out, sweeping his back foot and slamming his wrist against the wall. The weapon clattered to the tiled floor.
The man grunted, spinning around with a quick knife strike aimed at her throat. Naomi ducked, trapped his arm, and drove a powerful knee into his ribs, throwing him against the metal doors of the industrial dishwasher.
She pinned his throat with her forearm. "Who sent you?"
The man gasped, coughing up blood, but grinned wickedly. "You think... you can hide the billionaire... from the Red Syndicate?"
Naomi’s blood turned to ice.
The Red Syndicate was a dangerous global crime network that targeted ultra-wealthy heirs for political ransom.
"Why Ethan?" Naomi demanded, pressing harder against his airway.
"His father... owed us fifty million... before he died," the man choked out. "The debt... passed to the son. Pay... or watch him burn."
Before Naomi could ask more, the man bit down on a small capsule hidden inside his tooth. His eyes rolled back, and his body went completely limp in her grip.
Cyanide.
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Naomi pulled back, her heart hammering against her ribs. This was no longer about a vengeful ex-fiancée or corporate sabotage.
This was an international syndicate coming to collect a dead man’s secret debt.
