Chapter 84 The End Of Deception

• The tension in the warehouse was thick enough to choke on. Camille stood at the center of it, a wicked smirk curling her lips as she leveled a gun at Vincent and the cops surrounding him. Four of her men flanked her, their weapons drawn and aimed with steady hands.
• “I wouldn’t take another step if I were you,” Camille warned, her voice dripping with arrogance. “Unless, of course, you want to leave here in a body bag.”
• Vincent clenched his fists. His pulse roared in his ears, but his voice remained composed. “You’re done, Camille. There’s nowhere left to run.”