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Chapter 18
“CHASE!” Christine shook his limp shoulders. His head lolled to the side. “Oh, please, please wake up,” she cried. The rain lashed down on her bowed back, driven by the howling wind. But she was impervious to it, her focus on the unconscious man.
He was unresponsive and Christine feared the worst. Her breath became erratic and her heart threatened to jump out of her throat. She grabbed onto Chase to try and steady herself. The world was slowly spinning.
No, no, no! I can’t get a panic attack now.
She willed herself to breathe, in and out, steadily. Gradually her heartrate slowed and she exhaled deeply. Chase let out a pained groan. His eyes fluttered open. He tried to sit up, but fell back with a muted cry. The debris from the fallen trees pinned him securely.
“Christine…” he moaned, “Get out of here. Go to higher ground.” He tried to move his legs, but they wouldn’t budge.
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They walked towards the pool, Chase leaning on Christine’s shoulders. The ground being soft and muddy with rain made the going arduous and Christine slipped a few times, making Chase grunt.Finally, they made it. Dawn broke over the rocky outcrop just as they fell down next to each other. The waterfall cascading down the rock face reflected the rising sun’s rays in hues of crimson. Christine thought how it made the water seem bloody.Christine worried over his swollen knee. It had already turned a dark, angry purple. Her fears seem to be validated. If his kneecap had shattered, he would need surgery.Could things get any worse? Why aren’t they looking for us, damn it? Chase lay with closed eyes, his chest heaving. Christine gently wiped his hair away from his face. She placed her jacket under his head for a make-shift pillow. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she held them back. She needed to be strong now, for Chase, for both o
Surviving My Love Chapter 20
Big Jack cut through the cold waters of the Atlantic, it’s twin 350 horsepower Cummins engines at full speed. Jack Nolan was at the helm, studying his charts and the latest results from the cyclone moving to the west coast of Africa. He felt confident that the worst weather had passed and hoped for smooth sailing.This was a gamble, but Ward paid him handsomely. God knows he needed the money. Maintaining an expedition yacht, however small in comparison to others and its five crew members were expensive, to say the least. Business had been slow lately. He just hoped the money would be worth it.There’s no knowing what they would find once they’ve reached the last known co-ordinates of the private jet’s black box. If there’s anything to be found. There were too many variables at play, but Alexander Ward was a stubborn man. Jack shrugged; it was his money to waste after all. Maybe he would have done the same thing if he had children.T
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“Move it! Move it!” a voice lashed over the frightened passengers and crew of the luxury yacht. “Everybody down!”Five armed men stood over the terrified group, their automatic rifles threatening.“Please… Don’t shoot.” The captain of the vessel put his hands up, facing the leader on his knees. “There’s some money in the safe. You can take all of it. Just please, don’t kill us.”The leader, a tall redheaded man, pulled the captain to his feet. He held a gun to his head.“Take us to the safe, Cap’n.” he had a British accent. A mask hid his features, except his blue eyes that were cold as ice. “Diric, if anyone of these fuckers move, shoot them.” He addressed one of the armed men, a tall, waif-like man.The man grinned broadly. “Effendi.” He glared at the group, making threatening moves with his rifle.The Brit pushed the captain
Surviving My Love Chapter 22
“Hey, I got one! I got it!” Christine shouted, jumping up and down, holding the stick up with a fish wiggling at one end. Chase smiled at her exuberance. She stood in the shallow stream looking for all the world like a cavewoman waving her catch about.“Looks like we’re having a decent breakfast for once.” Chase said. He sharpened sticks using an edge of one of the metal containers. It was laborious work, but it paid off. His knee hurt less, but it was still swollen and stiff. Using the piece of palm log as a crutch he moved about better.“Yeah, pity we don’t have lemon butter to go with it.” Christine sighed. “And decent plates to eat out of.”Chase laughed, “Look on the bright side, no dishes to wash. Palm leaves are completely disposable.”Chase stoked the fire and Christine proceeded to gut the fish with the piece of broken bottle she had stepped on and cleaned. She grimaced in di
Surviving My Love Chapter 22
First mate Daniel Stephens watched the image sent back from the side scan sonar. He blinked twice, wondering if he had imagined seeing the object. But no, there it was again. He called down to the chief engineer to stop the yacht.Captain Nolan called to Stephens on his two-way radio. “Why are we stopping. Have you found something?”At his words, the four passengers seated in the Captain’s lounge stared at him, stress and expectation written on their faces. Erica held Alexander’s hand in a bone-crunching grip. The Morrisons sat rigid on the edge of their seats, waiting.“You’d better come see for yourself, Cap.” Stephen’s voice crackled over the radio.Jack motioned for the four to follow him. Together they went to the bridge where Stephens pointed at the grainy image from the sonar.“See there, doesn’t that look like a piece of an airplane to you, or is my name mud?” Stephens beamed
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“Chase, wake up. WAKE UP!” Christine shook the man hard. He slept like the dead.“What…” He rubbed his eyes, trying to focus.Christine bent over him, shaking him.“Stop it. I’m awake. What?” He sat up, brushing leaves and grit out of his hair. The night sky had only just started turning to a purple haze.“Listen.” She pointed towards the ocean.Chase cocked his head to the side. He heard it. The unmistakable sound of a motorboat. The sound seemed to be getting closer fast.Christine sprang up. “Could this be them?” She looked up at the outcrop of rocks, contemplating to climb up to get a view.Chase stopped her. “Don’t even think about it. There’s no time.” He was breathing fast, adrenaline pumping through his veins. “We have to get to our hiding spot.”Christine helped him up. She prayed they would not be spotted and t
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The aroma of meat roasting over the fire reached Chase and Christine in the cave, making their bellies rumble in response. They had been left alone for some time, hearing the men talking outside. Red was nowhere in sight. Chase wondered if he would contact Alexander. Chase doubted it. He might decide to take both himself and Christine with them to wherever they were off to.Christine had her back to Chase. He watched her busy with something in her pocket. What was she up to?“Chrissie?”“Just watch the entrance and alert me if someone’s coming.” She hissed back.He tried to see, craning his neck, but the gloom in the cave made it impossible. A mixture of fear and adrenaline made his heart beat like a freight train. His mouth went dry. Whatever Christine did, he prayed it wouldn’t blow up in her face.A tall, dark man came into the cave, bending down at the entrance.“Please, I need some water.”
Surviving My Love Chapter 26
The group of hostages spent a restless night in the lounge. The armed men took turns watching them while they tried to sleep. Chase stayed awake most of the time, only nodding off on occasion. The throbbing pain from his knee injury kept him from sleeping, as well as trying to think of ways to get out of their situation. Christine lay curled up on the couch next to him. The De Santis family sprawled over the rest of the couches, the young Stefano lay on the carpet, watching the guard. Chase watched him, hoping he wouldn’t try anything foolish. He wondered why Red hadn’t contacted his father. He couldn’t wait to hear Alexander’s voice one more time. Never in a million years would he have thought that he could miss his father so much. It was like a physical pain, the longing. There were no more feelings of resentment or betrayal in his heart, only the need to hear his father’s voice. “Can’t you sleep?” Christine whispered to him. “Not really.” He whispe
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