ログインClyde’s POVThe moment we arrived at the location Lax had sent, I knew something wasn’t right.There was nobody waiting for us.I stepped out of the car, followed by Diego, who immediately went around to the other side and dragged Alaric out.The bastard was still blindfolded, his mouth taped, and both hands chained.I looked around, my eyes scanning the deserted area.“Where the fuck is he?” Diego muttered.I pulled out my phone and dialed the number Lax had used to contact me.He answered almost immediately.“You’re at the wrong spot,” he said.My jaw tightened. “Then where the fuck are you?”“Get back into your car. You’ll see someone on a bike shortly. Follow him. And don’t try anything stupid.”The call ended. I stared at my phone for a moment before slipping it into my pocket.“Get him inside,” I instructed Diego.We barely had time to settle back into the car when a motorcycle appeared in the distance. The rider wore a helmet and didn’t bother stopping. He simply drove past us.
Allison’s PovDarkness.That was the first thing I noticed when I opened my eyes.It was so dark that I couldn’t even see my own hands. For a moment, I remained still, trying to understand where I was and why my entire body felt so heavy.Then everything came rushing back. Someone had kidnapped me.My heart began to race as I tried to sit up, but a sharp pain in my stomach made me gasp.Oh, God. My baby.I immediately placed both hands over my stomach, rubbing it gently as tears gathered in my eyes.“Please, baby. Please be okay.”I didn’t know how long I had been unconscious or what those bastards had done to me. My stomach still hurt, and that alone was enough to send me into a panic.I looked around, trying to make sense of my surroundings.I wasn’t tied up or gagged. And thankfully, I wasn’t blindfolded.At least I could see.I slowly moved backward until my back hit the cold wall. I was sitting on the floor, and from what I could make out, the room was almost empty. There was a t
Clyde’s POVDiego didn’t waste any time.The moment we left Knox’s property, he made a call and sent a message to Scar, instructing him to gather the men and bring Alaric over immediately. We didn’t have the luxury of waiting around. Lax had my wife, and every second we wasted was another second Allison remained in the hands of that bastard.A private jet was arranged, and within a short time, Scar and the others had Alaric on board.We returned to the safe house where we had been staying while our men continued tracking Allison and searching for information about the people who had taken her.Four hours.That was how long it took before the private jet finally landed.For those four hours, I barely moved from my seat. I kept checking my phone, hoping someone would call with information about Allison. I wanted to know where she was, whether she was safe, whether she had been hurt.But there was nothing. I didn’t even know what Lax was doing to her.The thought alone made my chest tigh
Clyde’s PovThe car had barely come to a stop before I threw the door open and stepped out.I was dressed for war, with two shotguns in my hands and murder on my mind. My boots crunched over broken glass, empty bullet casings, and the bodies scattered across the ground.The entire place looked like a battlefield.Earlier we had received information about where Allison was and immediately set off. Azia’s property had been turned upside down. Cars were damaged, windows shattered, and blood stained the ground. A few of my men moved around the compound, checking the bodies and searching for anyone who might still be alive.But I couldn’t bring myself to care about any of that. My wife was supposed to be here.But instead the war got here before me, and she is still missing.I tightened my grip on the shotguns and marched toward the house. Diego followed closely behind me, his gun raised as several of our men spread out to secure the remaining areas.The moment I stepped inside, I saw the
Allison’s PovI had no idea how long we had been driving.My eyes were covered for most of the journey, and I was too shaken to keep track of time. My heart hadn’t stopped racing since we escaped the first attack. Every time the car slowed down or made a turn, I wondered if someone was about to open the door and drag me out.I was still trembling when the car finally stopped.“We’re here,” Clara said softly.The door opened, and she helped me out. My legs felt weak beneath me, and I had to hold on to her for support.Then I saw him.A familiar man was walking toward us, his hands tucked into the pockets of his trousers. It took me a moment to recognize him, but when I did, my eyes widened.Azia.The same man whose house Clara had taken me to the first time I ran away from Clyde.He smiled when he saw us, then pulled Clara into a hug.“Look who’s back,” he said, kissing her forehead before turning to me. His eyes moved over my face, and he shook his head. “You look like shit, Alli, but
Her family was alive. And she was somewhere out there believing they were dead.Their mother started crying.“You and your father have put my family through so much.”I lowered my eyes.“We were kidnapped. We were kept prisoners for months. I haven’t seen my child.”Her voice broke. “And now I don’t even know where my baby girl is.”She looked at me. Then I spilled the news hanging in my throat.“She’s pregnant.”They all gasped. Her mother's eyes dropped to the pregnancy test I had brought with me.She picked it up with trembling fingers.“She’s pregnant?”“Yes.”She pressed it against her chest. “My baby…”Juliet immediately wrapped an arm around her.“Mama.”Their mother cried harder.“I haven’t seen her. I haven’t held her. I don’t even know what she’s going through.”I swallowed as I dropped more news. “She lost her memory.”The room went quiet. “What?”“After everything that happened, Allison lost her memory.”Their mother stared at me. “She didn’t remember us?”“No.”“She did
Clyde’s POV The entire room fell silent the moment Diego dropped the news. A tension so thick it choked the air, leaving me in a state of quiet rage. For starters, we had no fucking idea who might have taken her. Dozens of names came to mind, enemies I’d made just by existing. Being the drug lo
Allison’s POV "Willy! You're here!" I jolt into his arms. "How come nobody mentioned your presence?" "I told them not to. Might as well surprise you." "You are so silly." I turn to face the reason for my smiles. He stands beside the wall, staring right back at me. "Thank you," I mutter
Allison’s POVThe memories of last night came flooding back as I awoke to the birds chirping and the sun’s rays piercing through the parted curtains.His sudden appearance at the hotel was something I never expected, yet what startled me most was how he stood up for me in front of everyone. I'm cer
*Years ago…*"Don't you fucking talk back at me, you cunt!" *Slap!* "No, Alaric, please…" Mom screamed at him, their fight echoing through the walls of the house. I stayed hidden in the closet where Mom had locked me. It was like this every night. That devil would come home drunk. So many t







