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Grabbing the rest of what I needed, I hurried to the end of the hallway, past the exit door, and found the hidden staircase leading straight to where Victor would be meeting me.

My spine stiffened with every step I took, anticipation squeezing my middle as I approached my target.

Time for your sentencing, Victor Morales.

CHAPTER30

SOFIA

“You’re here,” I said sweetly as I walked towardmy husband, wrapping my arms around his middle.

Victor turned around in my embrace and pressed a soft kiss to my lips. “Mi amor,” he drawled.

I suppressed my disgust and plastered a smile on my lips.

“What are we doing here?” he asked, a sly smirk on his face.

I kept my tone flirtatious as I grabbed the lapels of his suit, bringing him closer. “I thought we could have some fun.”

He looked above my shoulder, his attention on the building behind me. “We can’t just leave.”

I batted my lashes, tugging at his tie with one hand, raking my nails from the other down his shirt, stopping at his belt. “It’ll just be for a little while. I promise.”

He groaned, a shudder of pleasure rippling through his body as I cupped him above his trousers. My skin crawled as his reaction, bile rising up my throat.

“Fine. But we have to be quick,” he finally agreed.

Like this man knew how to be anything else but quick. I shook my head internally, focusing my attention back on him.

“Not here,” I said, leading him by his tie as I guided him to the container port.

“Where are we going?”

I pointed to the cameras. “Away from curious eyes.”

“Smart,” he said smugly, smirking down at me as he followed my lead.

Once we were close enough, I stopped in my tracks and turned to face him. Victor's expression darkened as he closed the gap between us. Wrapping his disgusting fingers around my throat, he walked me backward, slamming me against one of the containers.

“Always tempting me,” he rasped, licking his lips, glancing down at my body.

My stomach heaved and I whipped my head to the side to block out his repulsive sight, my hands coming up to rest against his arms.

It’s almost over, Sofia.

He focused his attention on my now exposed throat, trailing sloppy kisses down the side of my face before burying his face in the crook of my neck, nipping and sucking the skin there.

His hands started skimming down my sides, and I tensed once his fingers reached my bare skin. Humming to himself, he slowly drew it up along the side of my exposed leg, but I grabbed his hand and placed it on my ass instead, distracting him.

His grip tightened against my backside and he grunted, thrusting his body against mine. I planted my hands against the cold metal behind me and waited. Time stretched and every second felt like hours.

While he busied himself on my neck again, I reached for the syringe tucked in my dress, strapped against my thigh next to my Beretta. I readied the needle and grabbed the back of his head, pushing him further into the crook of my neck, angling him exactly how I needed him.

I took a deep breath and aimed for the side of his exposed neck. The needle pinched it before breaking the surface of his skin, the white liquid embedding itself through his veins.

He took a step back, bringing a hand to his neck, and a smile graced my lips. This time it was genuine and not a rehearsed one. He attempted to storm in my direction but failed, falling to his knees.

“Olivia?” he asked, pausing as he noticed the slight slur in his voice.