Chapter 32 Naive Izzy

• Izzy’s wrists burned under the zip ties, her pulse a steady drumbeat in her ears. Adrian’s grip on her arm was iron, his polished brown shoes clicking against the concrete as he dragged her deeper into his empire. She stumbled deliberately, playing the part of the dazed captive, her mind racing through the plan she’d kept from everyone—even Liam.
• Getting kidnapped by him was a gamble; at least she would have access to Adrian's empire. Even if she was entering the Lion's den blind. It's her way into the heart of Adrian’s operation.
• Every move, every taunt, had been bait to make him think he’d won. And now, here she was, surrounded by his world—crates stamped with cryptic codes, servers humming in the dark, and guards with cold eyes and colder guns.