Serena's POV The bone-chilling sea spray whipped across my face, mixing with the hot grease and soot that clung to my skin like a second coat of varnish.I stood rooted to the mud, my raw, bandaged hands locked around the cold iron crowbar as the heavy tinted window of the limousine glided down into the dark doorframe.Richard Voss sat in the plush leather interior, immaculate in a bespoke wool coat, his cold, reptilian eyes staring right through me as if I were nothing more than a stain on his windshield."You're making a catastrophic mistake, Serena," Richard said, his voice coming through an external speaker, smooth, quiet, and deadlier than a loaded gun. "Stealing state-flagged scrap metal off a commercial lot is a class-one felony.""It's not state scrap, Richard," I shouted back, stepping over a thick cable as the torch sparks showered down around my shoulders like falling stars. "It's Solomon Ashby’s private property, and we're taking back every single pound your forged papers
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