Far below the bridge's steel skeleton, Jasper staggered along the maintenance walkway, clutching his bleeding torso. His breathing was ragged and his mind burned with fury.
He turned a couple of times backwards to check if he was pursued. But thankfully, none of the assassins had come after him. Nevertheless, the sting of defeat hit harder than a lightning bolt.
He had not only been double-crossed, but defeated and humiliated on his own turf. And now, he was on the run, clutching a bleeding torso like a nobody.
'Nobody.'
That word echoed in his subconscious, fanning his blazing inferno.
Someone had orchestrated everything—the sabotage, the ambush and the execution.
Someone wanted him and surprisingly, his cousin was eliminated.
Karl and Raphael were already dead.
Shane… maybe dead too or worse, captured.
Jasper looked back toward the towering structure of Vazefone TerraCore looming above the bridge and a name flashed across his mind.
