Burt was Samuel’s most trusted and formidable right-hand man—someone whose abilities were never to be underestimated.
Sabrina had crossed paths with him a few times before and knew firsthand just how capable he was.
Following Burt’s orders, she and Faye kept to the shadows, lying low and keeping perfectly still while he assessed the situation.
Within minutes, one of Burt’s men slipped back and relayed what he’d seen inside the villa.
Once he’d confirmed how many people were inside, Burt quickly mapped out their plan.
They were going in to rescue the hostages.
“We’re coming with you,” Sabrina said, her voice steady. “I know how to handle myself in a fight.”
Burt nodded. “Alright. Just stay alert.”
Sabrina gave a grim nod, a glint of cold determination flashing in her eyes.
No matter what, she wasn’t going to let Liana get another chance at survival tonight.
She trusted Samuel’s team—they had what it took.
The group split into four squads and vaulted over the villa’s fence, moving fast and silent through the darkness.
The moment they set foot inside, the villa’s bodyguards sounded the alarm.
Almost immediately, the sound of fighting echoed through the halls.
For Faye, the wait was excruciating. Powerless to help, all she could do was hold her breath and pray.
But Burt’s team moved with ruthless efficiency. In no time at all, the situation inside was under control.
“Jocelyn, get in here!” Sabrina’s voice cut through the tension.
At the sound, Jocelyn rushed inside. The dim lights made it hard to see the faces in the room, but the metallic tang of blood was unmistakable.
Sabrina stood over a woman sprawled on the floor, her gaze icy and unyielding, a dangerous glimmer in her eyes.

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