Regret Came Too Late

As soon as Hendricks hung up the phone, he lunged toward Grace again.

"You heard her yourself, Grace. Your own mother doesn't give a damn if you live or die. So why would I? I swear, if you kill yourself, I'll film everything I do to your corpse and make sure the whole damn internet sees it. You won't even be able to rest in peace."

Grace's hand trembled. She tried to back away, but there was nowhere left to go. The window had iron bars. She couldn't make an escape.

Now that Hendricks had the green light from Carmen, he felt completely untouchable. Even if this ended in murder, he figured he'd walk away clean.

Grace was already barely hanging on and didn't have the strength to dodge him this time. He tackled her onto the bed, pinning her down.

Blood from her wounded hand smeared across the sheets.

Hendricks' face twisted into a grotesque grin. "Finally got you under me, baby. Don't worry, I'll take real good care of you."

"Get off me!" Grace shouted. She thrashed under him, her neck wound tearing open, but Hendricks didn't care. His hand slid down, grabbing the waistband of

her pants.

Her brain went blank. She fought harder, but he smacked her hard across the face. "Stop moving, bitch! Do you really want me to get rough?"

Grace's hope started to drain, and her gaze went blank.

Right then, the door burst open with a violent crash. Before she could even process what was happening, Hendricks was yanked off her. He opened his mouth to curse, but the barrel of a gun pressed to his temple shut him up fast. The weapon looked ready to fire any second.

He froze, paralyzed with fear.

"W-Who the hell are you?" he stammered.

His voice turned shaky like he was terrified to breathe wrong. Whoever had the authority to bring a gun into a high-security facility in Druville wasn't ordinary.

Grace was still on the bed when someone grabbed her wrist and pulled her into a solid embrace.

Her face was buried in the person's chest, and she didn't even care who it was— until a suit jacket dropped onto her shoulders. The scent hit her immediately, calming the panic boiling in her chest.

It was Ethan.

looked up and saw Hendricks kneeling by the wall, pale and shaking. Two bodyguards stood

the suit jacket as Ethan leaned in from behind, wrapping her

was when she realized he had slipped something into

shoulder, his voice low

guiding her hand as if showing her how to load the weapon. Grace's mind was blank, but fury

can learn," she

each movement. "This is how you chamber a

still resting on her shoulder as he held the gun. The two bodyguards pointing their guns at

the bodyguards stood, it looked like Ethan had completely

Grace was still reeling from the shock and hadn't

go of her hands. The message was

was entirely up to Grace whether she wanted to pull

don't do anything crazy! This is illegal! You'll go to jail for this! And don't forget who I am-I'm Yancey's uncle! You love him so much... How are you going to

barely left his

blood-curdling scream, clutching his thigh

react further, another shot

to look

was still resting on

she turned, her

cheek. Only then

how close

shock, and her

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the gun slipped.

the gun fired. The bullet

chest. He didn't even have the strength to scream; he just collapsed to the

away from Ethan. The first words out

the bodyguards

down beside Hendricks

on him and