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Chapter 27: Hanging On
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I drifted in and out of consciousness as sirens wailed in the distance. When I finally woke again, night had fully fallen and the alley was empty aside from trash blowing on the pavement. My entire body screamed in agony with each shallow breath.‘Did they throw me out, thinking I was dead?’ I thought to myself. Although I felt helpless, I wasn’t sure if I was to be thankful for being alive.Summoning what little strength I had left, I fumbled for my phone with numb fingers. But it was long gone, confiscated by Alessandro when I’d been captured. I was utterly alone, with no way to contact Kian for help.Tears welled up at the hopelessness of the situation. After everything I’d endured, it seemed I’d still come up short. As darkness closed in again, I sagged back against the rough brick wall in defeat.But survival instinct drove me on. I gingerly probed my wounds in the dim light, relieved to find no internal bleeding. My ribs were badly bruised but not outright broken. With immense e
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The line crackled with static before her trembling voice filtered through. “Kian…it’s me. I’m alive, but in danger. Please help…”My blood chilled at her words. Isadora was alive, though from the sound of it, barely. After all the chaos with Alessandro’s takedown, I’d assumed the worst when she never resurfaced. Hearing her voice sent a surprising wave of relief through me.I immediately ran a trace on the call, pinpointing her location to a remote farmhouse on the outskirts of the city. So that’s where my feisty little hellcat had been laying low all this time.Wasting no time, I assembled a small team of my most trusted men and we sped through the night towards the coordinates. By the time we arrived in the dusty hamlet, the first light of dawn was bleeding over the horizon.The decrepit farmhouse stood alone amid fields of olive groves. My team fanned out, securing a perimeter while I approached the weathered front door alone. Taking a steadying breath, I raised my fist and pounded
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Kian’s face hardened as he regarded the newcomer, his eyes narrowing with barely concealed hostility. “Viktor,” he greeted, his tone clipped. “I wasn’t expecting you here tonight.”The man named Viktor let out a low chuckle, the sound sending a shiver down my spine. “Surely you didn’t think you could keep your little… soirée hidden from me, did you?” His gaze drifted towards me, and I felt a wave of unease wash over me. “And who is this lovely creature?”Before Kian could respond, Viktor stepped forward, closing the distance between us in a few strides. I shrank back instinctively, my heart hammering in my chest as he reached out and grasped my chin, tilting my face towards his. His touch was rough, calloused, and I fought the urge to recoil.“Such beauty,” he murmured, his eyes raking over my features with a hunger that made my skin crawl. “I can see why you coveted her, Kian.”Kian bristled, his jaw clenched tightly. “She belongs to me, Viktor,” he growled, his tone laced with warni
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