Hanzo POV.
Every second had been carefully timed, and the plan had unfolded flawlessly. However, the hours leading up to the execution had been suffocating with desperation as Hanzo awaited Eman's success in hacking through the multi-tiered security systems. The realization slams into him, sending a shiver down his spine. He never wants to experience that kind of powerlessness again.
The Bentley glides along the winding roads, outpacing the rising sun. Hanzo raises the tinted windows that separate them from the outside world. Now, it is just Jessamae and him, alone in the car, with her form nestled between his thighs. She winces, her brows furrowing, as she unbuttons her cream-colored blouse and slips it off, revealing her bronzed and bare back. The fabric, stained with her blood, floats
