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That split second gave me the opportunity I needed to flip him over my head. He crashed into the rail, but it didn’t stop him. Him reaching for the rail didn’t stop him either.

He went straight over. I watched him go straight over and down. Falling. Falling… falling to his death.

I had to look. Despite my injuries I rushed over to the rail and saw the exact moment Goliath hit the ground with a loud smack. Right on the tarmac he landed.Dead.

No way had he survived the fall. It was a good thirty feet down.

His body looked broken from here. He looked dead. Dead on the same grounds where he killed Marissa.

That was all I gave him, a look and a thought. This wasn’t over yet. Jude still had Ava.

I had to save her.

Chapter 31

Ava

* * *

“Wake up.” A large hand landed across my face snapping me straight to consciousness.

My face that had already been struck today by another man.

The force used felt worse. It hurt more. My eyes fluttered open and beheld Jude’s angry face.

I tried to open my mouth but couldn’t. Strong tape held it shut and my hands were bound behind me.

He crouched down at my feet and I made the mistake of looking down.

I screamed when my gaze landed on the vest strapped around me with a square device on the front with something next to it that looked like a fire work. A bomb. It was a bomb. An actual bomb.

He’d strapped a fucking bomb to me, just the way a bomb was strapped to Marissa. I screamed again but of course no sound came out with the tape across my mouth. Tears streamed down my cheeks in an instant at the terror of what could happen to me.

Jude was undoing ropes wrapped around my feet. I didn’t know why.

“Get up,” he snarled grabbing me up.

My legs buckled and I nearly fell over. his hold on me tightened and he looked around the place panicked.

What was going on? He didn’t seem to exhibit the bravado he’d had before he took me, and where was I?

Where the hell was I?

The place was …

Wait I recognized it. This wasn’t the same place but it was a warehouse. A bit more done up than the one I’d been placed in years ago, but I was right.

He moved with me to an area surrounded by rows of large shelves. Some had metal parts, others had reels of wires. There were so many rows of shelves it looked like a maze. The lighting was also bad.

Jude stopped when we heard a door in the distance open. Then voices.

“Jude!” Bellowed a voice I thought I recognized but wasn’t certain.

The voice held so much anger and fury it made me shake.

“Juddddddddddddde.”

Jude stopped and in an instant I knew it was. It was Claudius.