Chapter 4 - The Preparation
We spent the next forty-eight hours moving like ghosts through the criminal underworld.
Using the millions on the titanium card, Marcus secured untraceable passports and private transport.
He purchased military-grade tactical gear, satellite phones, and enough weaponry to start a small war.
I cut off my long hair, dyed it pitch black, and traded my suburban clothes for tactical black gear.
Every time I looked in the mirror, I didn't recognize the woman staring back at me.
She wasn't a heartbroken housewife anymore; she was a predator preparing to strike.
Leo’s messages kept coming sporadically, giving us crucial details about Julian's movements.
Julian had locked Leo inside a sprawling, heavily fortified chateau in the Swiss Alps.
"Dad is panicking. He knows the accounts are drained," Leo texted.
"He has doubled the guards. Please be careful, Mom."
I replied for the first time, my fingers flying across the burner phone screen.
"Hold on, my brave boy. I am coming for you."
We boarded a private jet Marcus had chartered under a shell corporation, flying silently into the European night.
I didn't sleep a single wink during the flight, my mind playing out every possible horrific scenario.
I was about to storm a fortress guarded by trained killers, and I had absolutely no military training.
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But I had something much more dangerous than training.
I had a mother's rage.
