“This belongs to Leprince Corp,” I said, trying to keep my breathing steady.

“No,” Victoria said, her lips curling slightly.

“It belongs to whoever controls Leprince Corp.”

She waved her hand, a small, casual gesture.

“Take it from her, Marcus.”

The tall man stepped forward.

I looked around the dark garage, searching for any sign of the security guards.

The security desk on this level was empty tonight.

The camera in the corner had its green light turned off.

My stomach tightened, a familiar wave of nausea washing over me, made worse by the adrenaline.

I placed one hand over my abdomen, protecting the tiny life growing inside me.

“Don’t touch me,” I said, backing up against the side mirror of my sedan.

The plastic mirror casing creaked under my weight.

Marcus did not hesitate.

He lunged forward and grabbed my wrist.

His grip was like a steel clamp, freezing cold and unyielding.

I pulled back, but my flat shoes slipped slightly on the dusty concrete.

“Let go!” I shouted.

The sound bounced off the empty parking bays.