NATE’S POV Zoomed into the screen. No fucking way. The pendant. She has her pendant on! The pendant I gave her the day before she was kidnapped. I had a tracker chip installed in it because I was paranoid about her safety. How did I not remember to track it? Shit. Opening a new window, my hands flew across the keyboard, unlocking the old tracker interface from weeks ago. It wasn’t advanced tech, but it worked. I just needed a signal. Any signal. And if she’s wearing it, I might be able to track her. My leg bounced with urgency as I waited for the screen to load. Then, it flickered. The tracker was flashing. I didn’t even know when I started praying, but I was. Praying it would pick something up. Anything. Even the slightest signal. I could work with anything right now. The door creaked open behind me. My head snapped in that direction. Can my day get any worse? “Heard I’d find you in here,” came Elliot’s voice. “Whatever bullshit you have this time, I
it still hurts and haunts me to this day, I wish I had spoken up, I wish I didn’t believe him. But I know better than to blame myself for his death. He made his choice. When I told Mr. Westwood at the funeral hoping he’d forgive me for staying quiet his exact words were: “There’s nothing to apologize for. You did nothing wrong. You made a promise and kept it. Jeremiah was twenty two, He knew what he was doing.” I held onto those words like they were the only thing keeping me sane. I repeated him to myself until they made sense until the guilt disappeared. I only let Elliot pin his grudge on me because there was no one else close enough to blame. No one else he could scream at. So I let myself become the scapegoat and tried to keep my distance, since he never wanted to hear the full story. But maybe that was my mistake. If I’d cleared everything up back then, maybe he wouldn’t have held that grudge and it wouldn’t have been one of the things stopping us from findi
NATE’S POV I feel like a fucking loser. Scrambling to my feet, I turn to Elliot. My fist trembling to slam against his already bloodier face: “Our deal… it’s over” I spat “You won. You can keep your fucking grudge and keep blaming me for Jeremy’s death, because I know that’s what all this is really about,” mind and Elliot’s friendship ended the very moment he found out his brother died and knew what killed him. “Blaming you?” Elliot echoes, his jaw tightening with rage. Same as mine. We were both seconds from going at it again. “It’s your fucking fault it happened. It’s your fucking fault my brother is dead, and you think I’m just blaming you?” I swallow the lump in my throat, trying to bite back my words but I couldn’t. It’s time Elliot get some reality check! “If it was my fault Jeremy died, and I had a hand in it…. then I would’ve been in jail by now. Your father wouldn’t have let me marry Elara. I’d be behind bars serving time for killing him. But guess what? I’m fucking i
NATE’S POV My knuckles were bleeding. Didn’t matter. Nicolas kept getting back up, laughing like the devil himself. “You just don’t quit, do you?” He growled, and I slamming him into the deck again. “Where is she” he spat. He spat blood and smirked. I don’t respond. I raised my fist again slamming it into him, he didn’t just take her from me but the hell he put her through was too much, I could tell from how scared she look when she saw me and the fact that he fucking put a wire on her? Like she was some animal. My fist throb as I charge for another punch but he dodge it his own fist to my face In a swift move. “Everything is set boss we got her” The voice came from somewhere behind me. One of his men. I froze, and Nicolas grinned wide something feral behind his eyes. “What the hell did you do?” I demanded. But before I could land another punch, he ducked under me and bolted. “HEY!” I shouted, chasing after him. He ran toward the railing, fast, reckless.
ELARA’S POV The pain had dulled to a constant burn around my ankle, the bracelet digging into my skin like it wanted to become one with the bone beneath. But I was getting used to it. Sort of. Maybe it was the adrenaline. Maybe it was because I could see the damn rescue boat on the horizon, inching closer, still too far, like it was dragging time with it. I could still hear Nate’s voice in my head. “Stay here, El. Don’t move. Not until the boat gets to you, okay?” I wanted to listen. God, I wanted to. But everything in me was screaming. They were fighting. The heavy sounds of bodies slamming echoed from the other side of the deck just a few feet from where I was hiding, you could say… I heard a grunt, then multiple curses, Then the unmistakable thud of someone hitting the floor hard. And the sound of another shot made my heart drop. Nate? My body jerked forward before my mind could catch up, only to be yanked back by the searing pulse of pain around my ankle. I gasp
ELARA’S POV The second Nate’s arms wrapped around me fresh sobs tore from my throat. Not just from fear or pain… but from the unbearable weight I’d been carrying for days. His scent, his voice, the strength in his arms it was too much. Too real that it almost felt like a hologram, like it wasnt him, because how could he have found me, its not even possible but then his arms are wrapped around me, its him. Its nate. I gripped his shirt like it was the only thing keeping me grounded. “You’re really here?” I breathed, the words cracking out of me. He cupped the back of my head, pressing his lips to my temple.”yes el, its me” “its you” I echo with a smile my eyes to blurry to study his face. “I’ve got you, El. I’m here.” He places another kiss on my forehead. But relief didn’t come. Not fully, because reality snapped back in with a painful jolt that was wrapped tight around my ankle. “The bracelet,” I gasped, pulling back, my hand shaking as I pushed up the hem of my sweats