Chapter 22

"Eight million dollars!" The demon holding the gun to my head spoke. Harvey didn't even hesitate. "Alright. I'll get it ready." He pulled out his phone, likely calling someone. I couldn't hear his voice clearly. But what came wasn't a notification that eight million had been wired. It was the sound of police sirens echoing through the entire factory. The bastard behind me twisted with rage instantly. He forced each word through his clenched teeth. "You motherfu—you called the cops?" Fury had clouded his judgment completely. Without hesitation, he raised the gun. The barrel pointed at Harvey. His aim was terrible. He only hit the ground at Harvey's feet. Harvey instinctively pulled out his gun to return fire. I wasn't sure if he pulled the trigger, but it didn't matter either way. I'd already removed his magazine long ago and loaded it into the gun he'd bought me. The man behind me was enraged by Harvey's move. He fired three shots in rapid succession. Every single one hit its m