My Milk Trap in Golden Triangle - Chapter 11: Chapter 11
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I’d lost track of how long I’d been trapped in Myanmar. The days blurred together—playing the part of a honey-tongued scammer by day, while at night, Sean Winston would morph into some kind of nightmare, shaking me awake just to torment me. I was powerless. Exhausted.
Then, out of nowhere, the fire alarm shrieked through the compound. Everyone froze, glancing around in confusion. Before anyone could react, Leo Roscente came barreling in, barking orders like a madman. "Smash the computers—now!"
The others just stared, but I knew. This was it. Someone was coming for us, and Leo was scrambling to erase the evidence.
My eyes locked with Fiona Hill’s. A single, imperceptible nod passed between us.
Seconds later, fire trucks roared through the gates, hoses blasting to clear the chaos. Right behind them, SWAT teams swarmed in, securing the compound in seconds.
Leo made a break for it, pistol in hand—but Fiona moved like lightning. A sharp twist, a brutal takedown, and he was on the ground, writhing.
That’s when Sean figured it out. Fiona wasn’t just another scammer. She was undercover. His face twisted in rage as he raised his gun, aiming straight for her—but SWAT was faster. A rifle butt cracked against his wrist, sending the weapon clattering to the floor before they pinned him down.
"On the ground—now!" The command echoed in multiple languages.
I dropped to my knees, hands laced behind my head. And for the first time in what felt like forever, I let myself cry. Not from fear. From relief. It was over.
Hannah Evans was there when they finally brought me back home. As my witness, she told the police everything—how I'd been tricked into going to Myanmar, how I'd helped uncover the criminals' hideout back here.
Fiona Hill backed me up too, testifying that I'd worked with the authorities up north, even helped secure critical evidence.
Because of them, I walked out of that station a free woman.
The late afternoon sun hit my face as I stepped outside, so bright it made me blink. How long had it been since I'd felt real warmth like that?
Hannah insisted on taking me shopping first—new clothes, a fresh haircut, the works. "You just crawled out of hell," she said, squeezing my shoulder. "You deserve to feel human again."
But my mind wasn’t on makeovers or celebrations. My baby was waiting for me. Nothing else mattered.
Then, out of nowhere, the fire alarm shrieked through the compound. Everyone froze, glancing around in confusion. Before anyone could react, Leo Roscente came barreling in, barking orders like a madman. "Smash the computers—now!"
The others just stared, but I knew. This was it. Someone was coming for us, and Leo was scrambling to erase the evidence.
My eyes locked with Fiona Hill’s. A single, imperceptible nod passed between us.
Seconds later, fire trucks roared through the gates, hoses blasting to clear the chaos. Right behind them, SWAT teams swarmed in, securing the compound in seconds.
Leo made a break for it, pistol in hand—but Fiona moved like lightning. A sharp twist, a brutal takedown, and he was on the ground, writhing.
That’s when Sean figured it out. Fiona wasn’t just another scammer. She was undercover. His face twisted in rage as he raised his gun, aiming straight for her—but SWAT was faster. A rifle butt cracked against his wrist, sending the weapon clattering to the floor before they pinned him down.
"On the ground—now!" The command echoed in multiple languages.
I dropped to my knees, hands laced behind my head. And for the first time in what felt like forever, I let myself cry. Not from fear. From relief. It was over.
Hannah Evans was there when they finally brought me back home. As my witness, she told the police everything—how I'd been tricked into going to Myanmar, how I'd helped uncover the criminals' hideout back here.
Fiona Hill backed me up too, testifying that I'd worked with the authorities up north, even helped secure critical evidence.
Because of them, I walked out of that station a free woman.
The late afternoon sun hit my face as I stepped outside, so bright it made me blink. How long had it been since I'd felt real warmth like that?
Hannah insisted on taking me shopping first—new clothes, a fresh haircut, the works. "You just crawled out of hell," she said, squeezing my shoulder. "You deserve to feel human again."
But my mind wasn’t on makeovers or celebrations. My baby was waiting for me. Nothing else mattered.
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