Chapter 6 - The Trap at Pier 42
The rain was falling in heavy sheets over Pier 42 at the Brooklyn Navy Yard.
Inside an abandoned shipping warehouse, Grant Whitmore sat bound to an iron chair, a deep cut bleeding across his forehead. Surrounding him were ten heavily armed men belonging to the Blackwood Syndicate—New York’s most ruthless rival criminal organization.
Standing in front of him, holding a silver-plated pistol, was Julian Vance.
“Four years I waited for this, Grant,” Julian sneered, wiping a drop of rain from his expensive suit. “Four years of playing your loyal legal puppet while you controlled billions in shipping routes.”
Grant spat blood onto the concrete floor, his eyes blazing with lethal hatred. “You tampered with Eleanor’s car four years ago.”
“Of course I did!” Julian laughed wildly. “Eleanor discovered I was siphoning funds into Silas Blackwood’s accounts! She was going to tell you! So I made sure her brakes failed on Route 9. And yesterday, when I realized her secret sister had resurfaced with the key to Eleanor’s private records, I knew I had to eliminate both you and the girl!”
From the shadows near the warehouse entrance, Silas Blackwood—a scarred, brutal man in a heavy fur coat—stepped forward.
“Enough talking, Julian,” Blackwood growled. “Sign his shipping networks over to us, then put a bullet in his head. The police are already bought off.”
Julian pointed the gun directly at Grant’s chest. “Any last words, Boss?”
BANG!
The heavy steel doors of the warehouse were suddenly blown off their hinges by a explosive charge!
Smoke and shattered iron rained across the floor as three armored Whitmore SUVs crashed through the barrier!
Standing in the open side door of the lead SUV was Claire Dawson, holding a high-powered flare gun. Beside her, Marcus and twenty Whitmore tactical guards poured out, weapons blazing!
Claire fired the flare straight into the warehouse’s overhead sprinkler system, triggering an instant, blinding downpour of pressurized water and setting off the loud industrial alarm sirens!
“What the hell?!” Blackwood screamed as his men were thrown into complete chaos by the sudden assault!
Claire didn’t hesitate. Amidst the gunfire and blinding water spray, she sprinted across the concrete floor, dodging behind shipping crates with incredible speed and agility. She reached Grant’s chair, pulling a heavy chef’s paring knife from her belt and slicing cleanly through his leather bindings!
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“Claire?!” Grant roared over the sound of gunfire. “What are you doing here?!”
“Saving your stubborn life!” Claire yelled back, pulling him to his feet. “Now take your empire back!”
