As she continued to fight, Kianna realized he wasn’t
there to sexually assault her. The prospect of other
possibilities caused a panic that made breathing nearly
impossible. Regret filled her for a split second. If only
she’d called her husband back, maybe she wouldn’t be
in this situation. She continued to resist any attempts
for the stranger to get further leverage. Those fight-or-
flight instincts went into overdrive as that self-defense
training kicked in. She landed a few good punches in,
striking blood with an elbow across his jaw. The attacker
managed to free one hand to get a final blow that rendered
her completely unconscious.
As the senator’s wife lay motionless against the
scorching-hot concrete, the assassin couldn’t resist
relishing in the aftereffects of the struggle before he
claimed his prize. She’d fought like a lioness, exactly as
he’d hoped. He’d have a lot of fun telling and re-telling
the story to his comrades, embellishing it each time.
He took a few deep breaths before collecting her body
and placing it in the rear seats of the truck, before retrieving
her phone and other baggage from the car. His handler
wouldn’t want any real trace of her disappearance, so he
had to take care of anything that the authorities could sift
through … if there was anything left from the wreckage.
The assassin retrieved a black device from the bed of
his truck, tripped a switch, and rushed to the front seat of
the rental car to place the device. He jumped in the truck
and sped away, putting as much distance between his
vehicle and the stranded car, counting the seconds until
the device detonated, engulfing the car in a ball of flames
that would cause major confusion for the hours to come
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