"Gustav said he’s on his way back."
Lucian ended the call and turned to Ashley, who was waiting near the private jet inside the hangar as everyone prepared for departure.
"Great!" Ashley nodded before waving Gin off, ending their conversation. She then marched toward Lucian. "Do you think he did a good job?"
"It’s Gustav." Lucian shrugged. "He always delivers."
Ashley bobbed her head, causing her neatly tied ponytail to sway in the strong gusts sweeping through the hangar.
"Hey." Lucian placed his hands on her shoulders, stilling her. Lowering his head, he held her gaze. "We’ll finish this tonight."
Ashley blinked before giving him a small nod.
"That’s not what I’m worried about," she muttered, releasing a heavy breath.
She turned and swept her gaze across the men helping load the last of their essential equipment onto the plane.
"In fact, I’m not worried at all," she whispered. "It’s just... part of me keeps saying..." She shook her head. "I don’t know."
Deep down, Ashley knew they had planned everything carefully. She and Lucian had considered every possible outcome.
And yet, now that they were about to leave, she couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that something was going to go wrong.
Initially, she thought it was anxiety.
After all, she was finally about to put an end to the family—and the man—who had maintained such a powerful psychological hold over her. Perhaps it was merely disbelief that she was finally fighting back after years of gritting her teeth and muffling her sobs.
But now, she knew that wasn’t it.
Ashley had been ready from the moment she learned that Marshal had ordered the hit on Tommy. That had been the final straw—the moment she no longer had any reason to look back or hesitate.
So, this feeling...
"My gut is telling me we’re missing something," she muttered, scanning the hangar once more. "That’s what I’ve been trying to figure out. What am I overlooking?"
"We still have time." Lucian gave her shoulder a reassuring squeeze before letting go. "We’ll figure it out. And if something does go wrong, we’ll improvise."
At that moment, Red’s voice pulled them from their conversation.
"Boss."
Lucian and Ashley turned toward him.
"We’re ready to leave," Red reported.
Ashley nodded before looking back at Lucian.
"Let’s go," he said.
She released another deep breath and nodded.
With that, the couple boarded the private jet that would take them to the city where Marshal was expected to land.
*****
At the same time, at the hospital...
Tommy remained propped up in his hospital bed, but his room was now crowded.
Among those present was Julio, his former right-hand man, along with several veterans who had somehow survived a line of work in which most people died young.
At the center of the room stood a large board covered with maps, photographs, and gathered intelligence.
"From what we’ve learned, this is where Marshal is expected to land." A hint of bitterness laced Julio’s voice as he continued his explanation.
He had only recently received confirmation that Marshal had been in the country for the past several hours. Had he known sooner, Julio would have dealt with him immediately.



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