Chapter 12 - The Alleyway Scuffle
The second security guard lunged forward with terrifying speed, his large hands closing around Elena’s wrists before she could pull away. The impact knocked the wind from her chest, sending her stumbling backward against the damp brick wall. The small metallic flash drive slipped from her numb fingers, clattering loudly against the wet asphalt and rolling into a dark puddle near the base of the dumpster.
"Got it," the guard grunted, releasing one of her wrists to reach down for the drive.
Before his fingers could touch the metal casing, Marcus broke free from the first guard with a violent, adrenaline-fueled shove, throwing his weight directly into the second man’s side. Both men crashed hard into the muddy pavement with a heavy thud, splashing dirty water in all directions.
"Elena, grab the drive!" Marcus yelled over the roar of the rain, wrestling furiously with the guard on the ground.
Elena didn't hesitate. She dropped to her knees, ignoring the tearing of her wedding dress and the sharp gravel digging into her skin, her fingers frantically searching the dark, swirling water beneath the dumpster until they brushed against the cold metal casing of the flash drive. She snatched it up just as Julian stepped closer, his Italian leather shoe coming down hard to pin the edge of her tulle skirt against the ground, trapping her in place.
Elena looked up, the rain pouring down her face, stinging her eyes as she stared into Julian’s cold, unforgiving gaze.
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"You never know when to quit, do you?" Julian said quietly, leaning down slightly so his face was inches from hers, his voice dripping with condescension. "You
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