Too Late, Governor: My Freedom Is Mine

r. It was Julian. His voic

ffice

walls were lined with photos of him, of his father the Sena

file. He didn't look up when I entered. Chloe was sitt

she chirped. "

ed, my eyes

chaos begins," he said, finally looking at me. His eyes

st. It was an ord

se, sir,

e jet to a secluded, luxurious cabin nestled in the mountains.

was part of the furniture. He'd look right through me, his gaze empty. Chloe, on the other hand, seemed

paces behind, my senses on high alert, scanning the dense wood

, Jules?" Chloe said

ou," he murmure

nd. That' s when I heard it. The snap of a twig that was

t to the gu

wn!" I

ees, armed with knives and automatic weapons. Corporate spie

d Chloe behind me,

lled, pushing me forward.

han any bullet could. Not

eries of movements. The second one lunged, and as I moved to eng

alance, directly into the

ay, but it was too late. A searing, white-hot pai

rounds into his chest. The other two were al

ds fell

ng my shirt. I pressed a hand to the woun

not even a glance in my direction. He went st

" he cooed, wrapping her in

er me. The pain in my shoulder was a dull

er. The world tilted. The g

rything w