ROBYN
“Your chip,” Lex replied. I saw the hesitation in his eyes as he stole a glance at his son.
“So, I have a tracking chip in me,” I said, amused. “You know, earlier, while I was tied to a chair, I wished it were true.”
“Yes, honey.” He nodded.
“And it saved our lives. I don’t mind it.” I hugged him again. “Thank you.”
“You may kill me, but Abraham will live on,” Hanna proudly said.
“No one is gonna kill you. That’s too merciful for a thug like you.” Terzo kicked her on the foot where she was shot on the same side.
She hissed in pain. I didn’t even feel remorse for her. “You can’t kill a resistance—”
“You’re not a resistance, Hanna. You’re a murderer, a s*x trafficker, an extortionist. All of you.” He pointed at the men now standing against the wall, their hands zip-tied befor
