Chapter 4 The Safe House

Lex grabbed the laptop and shoved it into a backpack he found in the corner. The sirens grew louder, multiplying like a swarm. Two minutes, maybe less.

He rifled through drawers. Cash. Fake IDs. A pistol with two magazines. His hands closed around the weapon. Cold. Heavy. Familiar.

Muscle memory kicked in. He checked the chamber, loaded a magazine, and tucked the gun into his waistband. Three years of playing weak had not erased his training.

The sirens stopped outside.

Lex killed the lights and moved to the window. Three police cars blocked the street. Officers poured out, hands on their weapons.

"Lex Andrews!" A voice boomed through a megaphone. "We know you are in there. Come out with your hands up."

He glanced at his phone. The safe house address glowed on the screen. Twelve miles away. He would never make it on the bike.

A fire escape clung to the back of the building. Lex slung the backpack over his shoulder and climbed through the window. Metal groaned under his weight. Below, an alley stretched into darkness.

"Movement on the east side!" An officer shouted.

Flashlight beams swept toward him.

Lex descended two floors and dropped. He hit the ground hard, his ribs exploding with fresh pain. No time. He ran.

Footsteps thundered behind him. "Stop! Police!"

The alley opened onto a loading dock. Delivery trucks sat idle in the darkness. Lex vaulted over a chain link fence and kept running. His lungs burned. His vision blurred.

A bullet cracked against the brick beside his head.

They were shooting. At him. For allegedly attacking someone.

This was not protocol. This was execution.

Lex zigzagged between buildings, using every trick his father had taught him. Stay low. Stay unpredictable. Never run straight.

He emerged onto a main street. Late-night traffic crawled past. He spotted a taxi and flagged it down, forcing his breathing to slow.

The cab stopped. Lex climbed in.

"Where to?" The driver asked without looking up from his phone.

Lex read the address. "Industrial district. Riverside."

The driver finally looked at him in the rearview mirror. His eyes widened at Lex's bloodied shirt and bruised face. "You okay, man?"

"Rough night. I will pay double if you drive fast and do not ask questions."

The driver hesitated, then nodded. "Cash upfront."

Lex pulled out five hundred dollars. "Half now. Half when we arrive."

They drove.

Twenty minutes later, the taxi stopped outside a derelict warehouse. Rusted metal. Broken windows. It looked abandoned.

"You sure this is the place?" The driver asked nervously.

"Positive." Lex handed him the rest of the money. "You never saw me."

"Never saw who?"

Lex stepped out and the taxi sped away.

The warehouse loomed before him like a sleeping giant. He approached the side entrance and knocked three times. Paused. Twice more.

The door opened.

The woman in black from the Sterling mansion stood there, her scar catching the dim light. "You are late."

"I was busy getting shot at by cops."

"I know. We monitored the police scanner. Inside. Now."

The warehouse interior was transformed. Computers lined the walls. Monitors displayed security feeds from across the city. Six people worked at various stations, all wearing tactical gear.

This was not a safe house. This was a command centre.

In the middle of it all stood a man Lex had not seen in three years.

Marcus Kane looked older. Grey streaked his dark hair. New scars crossed his face. But his eyes held the same fierce intelligence that had built an empire once before.

"Dad." The word came out strangled.

Marcus crossed the space in three strides and pulled Lex into an embrace. "I am sorry, son. For everything. For letting you suffer. For watching you endure hell while I built this."

Lex pulled back. "Why? Why fake your death? Why abandon me?"

"Because they were coming for both of us." Marcus gestured to a monitor showing old newspaper headlines. "Andrews Industries Collapses." "CEO Marcus Kane Dies in Fire." "Sole Heir Left Penniless."

"The Zhangs sabotaged our factories. Bribed our investors. Poisoned our reputation. But they wanted more than our company, Lex. They wanted me dead. The fire was supposed to kill us both."

"Then how did you survive?"

"I had a warning. An informant in their organisation. I faked my death and went underground. But I could not take you with me. If you disappeared, they would know I was alive. So I let them think they won."

"You let them torture me for three years!" Lex's voice cracked. "You let the Sterlings beat me. Humiliate me. You let Sophia..."

"I know what Sophia did. And I know it destroyed you." Marcus's jaw clenched. "But you had to see the truth. You had to understand who our enemies really are. If I had told you three years ago, you would not have believed me."

"So you sacrificed me."

"I turned you into a weapon." Marcus pointed to the monitors. "For three years, you lived in the enemy's house. You heard their conversations. Learned their routines. Discovered their secrets. Now we use that knowledge to burn their world down."

Lex wanted to argue, to rage, to hit something. But part of him knew his father was right. The scared, naive boy who married Sophia Sterling was gone. In his place stood someone harder. Colder.

Dangerous.

"What do you want from me?" Lex asked.

"I want you to help me destroy them. All of them. The Zhangs. The Sterlings. Every family that profits from crushing people like us."

"And Sophia?"

Marcus's expression darkened. "Sophia made her choice three years ago. She is not your wife, Lex. She never was. She is an enemy agent who was planted in your life to monitor you."

"I do not believe that. She could not fake three years of..."

"Look at this." The woman in black, whose name Lex still did not know, pulled up video footage on the main monitor.

It showed Sophia. Tonight. At the Sterling mansion. After Lex escaped.

She stood in Gerald's study, her face calm and composed. No tears. No fear.

"He is gone?" Gerald asked.

"Yes. I called the police as instructed. They will find him by morning."

"Good. Andrew will be pleased. The last loose end is finally being tied up."

"What about the files? If Lex knows about his father"

"Then we kill them both." Andrew Zhang stepped into frame, his expression cold. "I am tired of playing games with the Kane family. Marcus Kane should have died three years ago. His son should have died tonight. But since they insist on surviving, we will finish this permanently."

Sophia nodded. "What do you need from me?"

"Keep up the act. Play the grieving, betrayed wife. When we find Lex, you will be the bait that draws him out."

"And then?"

Andrew smiled. "Then I kill him myself."

The video ended.

Lex stood frozen, his world collapsing around him. Sophia knew everything. Had always known. Their marriage, their moments together, every word she had ever spoken to him was a lie.

"Now do you understand?" Marcus asked quietly. "This is not about business, son. This is survival. And the only way we survive is if we strike first."

Lex's hands clenched into fists. The pain in his ribs faded. The exhaustion disappeared. All that remained was cold, crystalline fury.

"Tell me the plan," he said.

Marcus smiled. It was not a pleasant smile. "First, we expose Gerald Sterling's corruption. Riverside goes public tomorrow. The permits scandal breaks. Sterling Industries crashes."

"And then?"

"Then we go after Andrew Zhang. We have evidence linking the Zhang Corporation to international arms trafficking. When that goes public, the government seizes everything."

"That still leaves Sophia."

"Yes." Marcus studied his son's face. "What do you want to do about her?"

Lex thought about the woman who had shared his bed for three years. The woman who had watched him suffer and said nothing. The woman who had just sold him out to his would-be killers.

"She said she wanted an annulment," Lex said quietly. "Let us give her one. But first, we make her watch everything she helped build turn to ash."

"That is my boy."

The woman in black spoke up. "We have a problem. The police are expanding their search. They are calling you armed and dangerous. Shoot on sight orders."

"Then we do not give them a chance to shoot." Lex turned to his father. "What resources do we have?"

"Money. Weapons. Intel. And six of the best operatives I have trained in the last three years. Whatever you need, it is yours."

"Good. Because tomorrow night, I am crashing Sophia's dinner with Andrew Zhang."

Marcus raised an eyebrow. "That is suicide."

"No." Lex's smile matched his father's. "That is a declaration of war."