He Didn’t Kidnap Me. Not Exactly novel Chapter 310

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He Didn’t Kidnap Me. Not Exactly

Chapter 310

Taisy’s POV)

“You hear that?” the chief called out now, something almost triumphant threading through the warning in his voice. “That’s backup. Drop your fucking guns.”

More cars swung into view seconds later, headlights sweeping across the courtyard in wide, disorienting arcs. Doors flew open before the vehicles had even fully stopped. Officers poured out in waves, weapons raised, forming line after line behind the chief until the sheer number of them started to feel less like reinforcement and more like an entirely separate army had just arrived to join the party.

I stopped counting somewhere past forty.

The math had officially stopped being reassuring and started being terrifying in a brand new way, because it was becoming very clear, very fast, that the police weren’t just one more group in this standoff.

They were, quite possibly, the biggest one.

I felt that shift ripple through everyone around me. Fear multiplying, not just in my chest but visibly, in the way shoulders tightened and eyes darted toward exits that didn’t exist. I saw it most clearly in Nico’s men guns beginning to dip, ever so slightly, the fight draicing out of their postures one degree at a

time.

‘Drop it all, the chief barked, sensing the shift too: “Hands up. You’re all going to answer for this. Every last crime.”

Nico’s men were folding. I could see it happening in real time, that thin, desperate hope blooming in my chest that maybe, somehow, this insane night was about to end without anyone actually dying in front of me.

Then Volkov stepped forward.

One of his men lit a cigarette and passed it to him without a word, like this was simply part of the routine, and Volkov slid one hand into his pocket, drawing the smoke to his lips with the unbothered ease of a man discussing weather rather than standing in the crosshairs of an entire police unit.

All right,” he said, casual, almost bored. “I’m getting tired of this.”

He exhaled slowly.

Make sure to get the girl and her mother to the cell. DeLuca should be kept alive, brought to me later. A pause. “Everyone else can be killed.”

The words landed strangely, because he wasn’t looking at anyone in particular when he said them. He said it to the open air, like he was ordering dinner instead of a massacre, and for one confused second I genuinely didn’t understand who he was even talking to.

Then the police turned.

Not toward Volkov.

Toward each other.

1 watched it happen in a wave – a cluster of officers near the back rotating their weapons a hundred and eighty degrees, aiming them squarely at their own colleagues, the motion spreading outward through the ranks like something contagious. Not two or three of them. Dozens More than half the unit that had just rolled in, guns now trained on the very people standing beside them seconds earlier.

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Chapter 310

The chief froze, his mouth still open around whatever order he’d been about to give.

The few officers who hadn’t turned stood there in stunned, frozen horror, weapons still pointed outward at a threat that had just become almost meningless compared to the one now standing directly beside them.

My stomach dropped straight through the ground.

Volkov had men inside the police. Embedded. Waiting. However many officers had just arrived thinking they were the calvary, a huge number of them ad actually belonged to Volkov this entire time, and the second he’d said the word, they’d simply flipped, quiet and total, like a switch being thrown.

The threat hadn’t shrunk.

It had just multiplied, right in front of me, disguised the entire time as help.

Volkov began to walk away.

His bodyguards fell into step around him, a moving wall of black suits and silence, and for a moment I actually believed he might simply vanish into the base without another word, leaving the rest of us to whatever chaos he’d just unleashed with a single sentence and a cigarette.

Then he paused.

“Aria,” he said, without turning around. “You’re proving yourself worth something, after all. Come with me.”

I watched her go still.

For one long second, she just stood there, staring at his back like she hadn’t fully processed being spoken to at all. Then she started walking, slow at first. then steadier, crossing the distance toward him with her chin lifted like she’d been waiting her whole life for exactly this invitation.

She looked at me as she passed.

I don’t know what I expected to see in that look. Guilt, maybe. Some final flicker of the girl who’d fried in that hallway, who’d called me her sister, who’d handed me a gun and told me to shoot her if I doubted a single word she said.

I didn’t get any of that.

She just looked, and then looked away, and whatever was actually happening behind her eyes stayed locked somewhere I couldn’t reach. All I knew, with total, uncomplicated certainty, was that I hated her. Whatever softness I’d let myself believe in back in that hallway had just walked itself straight back to her father’s side without so much as a backward glance.

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