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Chapter Forty Four: I will find you!

Author: B.J
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-26 23:43:58

**Amelia’s POV**

The road blurred behind us, but I couldn’t stop looking back, searching for any glimpse of him. Hoping, begging, and praying that somehow Nico would rise from the dirt and come tearing through the trees for me.

But he didn’t. Not because he doesn't want to.

But because he couldn’t.

Because he’d been shot.

And I’d seen the blood. His blood.

“You didn’t have to shoot him,” I whispered, my voice hoarse, barely audible over the rumble of the engine.

My father sat in the front seat, in silent, with his jaw clenched.

“You didn’t have to shoot him!” I screamed this time, raw pain splitting my throat.

He turned slightly, his voice colder than before. “He had a gun on me. I made a choice. It's either you or him.”

“You made a mistake.”

“I saved you.”

I choked on a laugh, bitter and broken. “You didn’t save me. You stole me.”

One of the men in the backseat beside me reached out, but my glare stopped him. I wasn’t afraid of them. I wasn’t afraid of anything anymore, because the o
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