Chapter 70“Good,” the doctor said briskly. “We’ll do everything we can.”He turned and disappeared down the hallway, leaving Carmen alone again with the sterile hum of hospital lights.She lowered herself into a chair, her wet clothes clinging to her skin. Her hands folded, lips moving in a desperate prayer.“Please, God, don’t let him die. Not like this. Not because of me, I won’t ever be able to forgive myself.... please God...”Time became an enemy, stretching endlessly. Every second that ticked by tightened the knot in her chest. At one point she rose and paced, at another she collapsed back into the chair, burying her face in her palms.Finally, the doctor returned, his scrubs streaked with the faintest spots of blood.Carmen shot to her feet. “How is he?”The doctor exhaled slowly, his expression grave.“We managed to stabilise him during surgery, but he’s lost a significant amount of blood. He’s in desperate need of a transfusion. His blood type is A positive, but our blood ba
Chapter 69 Third Person pov The tires screeched against the wet asphalt as the driver slammed the brakes. Her chest heaved with panic as she jumped out of her car, rain tapping her face like tiny knives. A crowd had already begun to gather, people rushing forward, their voices clashing into a storm of blame, confusion and horror. “Were you blind???” a woman screamed at her. “Didn’t you see him?!” one man barked at her, trying to pull her by the arm. “He just appeared out of nowhere!” she cried, shaking herself free, her voice trembling with desperation. Her gaze darted to the man lying broken on the ground. Nathan. His clothes were soaked in rain and blood, his body frighteningly still, save for the faint rise and fall of his chest. His lips moved sluggishly, a whisper escaping them, one name, one word, before he slipped deeper into unconsciousness. “Elena…” The woman’s throat tightened. She had no idea who Elena was, but the way his cracked voice held onto the name sent
Chapter 68 Nathan’s pov The control panels were still warm, humming faintly. I’d worked enough jobs, seen enough systems to know what to do. My hands shook as I smashed buttons and toggled switches. In seconds, I shut the entire estate’s signals off. The jammers, lights and communication grids. If they tried to call reinforcements, they’d get nothing but dead air. Then I bolted, slamming the doors and windows shut behind me. I could hear their shouts, their confusion spreading like wildfire. The estate was massive. Endless rows of abandoned warehouses stretched into darkness. I ran, stumbling, turning corners blindly. Every shadow was a trap, every sound a warning. I got lost, circling back once, twice, but I didn’t stop. My breath tore out of me, my chest burning, my legs on the verge of collapse. But then when I almost gave up, I saw it. The faint glow of headlights, the noise of the highway beyond the chain-link fence. Finally, freedom at last. I pushed myself harder. M
Chapter 67Nathan’s povThe ropes had cut into my wrists so deeply that I could barely feel my fingers anymore. My arms were sore, blood pooling at the edges of the rough hemp, and every small movement was like rubbing sandpaper over raw flesh. The stench of sweat, alcohol and damp concrete filled the warehouse, and the only light came from flickering bulbs swinging overhead. The thugs were drunk, two of them were shouting, and the other two were fighting each other. I could hear glass breaking, curses filling the air.And then, fate intervened.One of the bottles shattered against the wall during their fight, and I heard the sharp clink of a shard skittering across the floor. My eyes darted to the sound. The piece glimmered under the light just a foot away from me. My pulse quickened. Hope was dangerous in this place, but I couldn’t ignore it.I twisted, straining against the ropes, inching my chair closer. My fingers, numb and trembling, brushed against the glass. For a moment, I t
Chapter 66The shard bit into his skin instantly, carving a thin red line across his palm, but Nathan held on to it like a lifeline. He twisted, the glass digging deeper as he brought it toward the ropes.And then came the real battle.The ropes were thick and soaked with his blood and sweat, the fibres digging deeper with every move. He pressed the shard against them, sawing back and forth in small in desperate motions. The sound of tearing fibres was faint beneath the chaos of fists, curses, and shattering bottles, but to Nathan it was the loudest sound in the room.Every slice stole more strength from his arms, every jagged edge cut deeper into his skin. His wrists were slick and the shard threatened to slip, but he didn’t stop.Not when I was out there.Not when I might already be coming for him.Not when this was his only chance.Minutes stretched like hours. His breathing grew ragged, his muscles trembling from effort. And then.......Snap.........The rope gave way with a vic
Chapter 65 The warehouse loomed like a monster in the shadows of the city, crouched low and sprawling, with its rusted metal skin and shattered windows glaring back at the city like eyes that had seen too much. I didn’t know what was happening inside at that moment, I was in my house thinking about how he was doing, but every beat of my heart whispered Nathan’s name. He was in there, my Nathan, my anchor and I had to believe he was fighting to hold on. But this isn’t where my story inside this chapter begins. No, inside that suffocating warehouse, Nathan’s world had narrowed into darkness, fear, and rope that bit into his skin until blood slicked his wrists. He sat on the cold, oil-stained floor with his hands tied cruelly behind his back, the stench of sweat, rust, and damp wood clawing at his lungs. His head pounded from the blows they’d given him earlier, and his vision swam, but he kept fighting the fog in his mind. He couldn’t give in. He couldn’t stop thinking of me. A