Badass in Disguise (Shadow) novel Chapter 299

Chapter 299

I spent the afternoon cruising the town in Miguel’s borrowed SUV, familiarizing myself with the layout. As I turned onto the main street, noticed a black SUV parked outside a café. The driver Miguel’s coworker was just climbing in.

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Our eyes met through the windshields, and recognition dawned on his face. He shouted something to others nearby, and suddenly three black SUVS pulled out, falling into pursuit.

I gunned the engine, swerving around a fruit cart and down a narrow alley. The chase was on. The SUVS followed, their engines roaring. I led them through the maze–like streets of the old town, using every trick I knew to lose them. A hard left here, a sudden reverse there, and one by one, I managed to shake them off.

By the time I returned to the hotel, the sun was setting, painting the sky in shades of orange and purple.

To my mild surprise, Miguel himself was waiting in the lobby, a white bandage across his nose, dried blood still visible on his shirt collar. His eyes widened when he saw me.

“You!” he exclaimed, pointing an accusatory finger. “You stole my car and broke my nose!”

I walked past him toward the elevator. “Tell your friend to return my car.”

Miguel followed, hands on his hips. “Come on, be reasonable! The guy who stole your car isn’t me. That’s that bastard’s fault, not mine! I need my car back and medical expenses!”

I turned slightly. “Isn’t it true that in this place, unlucky bastards are randomly selected? It was just your turn. Why expect fairness?”

Miguel’s face reddened. “My car was purchased legitimately, not stolen from some unlucky bastard!”

“Oh really?” I raised an eyebrow. “My new car was taken from an unlucky bastard this morning.”

“I’m asking for my property back,” I said, stepping into the elevator. “You can either return my car or bring me your friend’s hand. Your

choice.”

Miguel reached for my shoulder as the elevator doors began to close. I sidestepped his grasp and delivered a precise kick to his midsection. I didn’t use my full strength, but it was enough to make his eyeballs bulge as he doubled over, gasping for breath.

“You psycho!” he gasped, clutching his stomach. “What kind of woman fights like that?”

The elevator doors closed on his pained expression.

Back in my hotel room, I grabbed my phone and dialed the number Ethan had given me earlier.

At dusk, I drove Miguel’s SUV to a small tavern near the fighting club. The place was dimly lit, with only a few patrons nursing drinks at scattered tables. I spotted Miguel sitting by the window, clearly waiting for someone.

His expression shifted from professional detachment to shock when he spotted me. I felt a flicker of amusement. So this was Ethan’s

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contact. I should have recognized his voice during that phone call it had seemed vaguely familiar, but I couldn’t place it at the time.

I walked directly toward his table and sat down across from him.

‘I don’t have time for car issues right now,” he said nervously. “But we can schedule something to discuss it later.

“Where are my goods? I asked calmly.

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