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Chapter 33 - The Silence He Left Behind
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POV: DamienI could still feel the heat from last night. As we sailed across the sea, I could still feel the weight of Sera’s body against mine from the night before. The way the red emergency lights on the yacht illuminated on her petite body, and the way she had looked me in the eye and taken control. I gripped the steering wheel tighter, my knuckles turning white. That memory was the only thing keeping me sane. "Damien?" Sera’s voice was soft, breaking through my thoughts. She was huddled in her coat, her face looked pale."We’re almost there," I said, forcing my voice to stay steady. "I promise."I looked down at Sera as she moved closer and curled against my chest in the small cabin"We’re ten miles out, boss," Luca’s voice crackled over the ship's intercom. "Time to move."Soon, the yacht stopped at the mainland. We moved our gear from the boat to a heavy, armored transport truck hidden in a cave close to the sea.Sera sat in the passenger seat, staring out at the cliffs. Ev
The Debt Collectors Bride Chapter 120
POV: Damien The yacht sailed through the sea, there were no lights, just the faint green glow of the moon on the water. The island was already gone behind us, ahead was the mainland. Everyone was finally asleep. Gideon was tucked into a bunk in the lower cabin, his body exhausted from the sudden move. Luca and Marrow were trading shifts, staring at thermal screens, waiting for any movement that meant the Council were closing in. I was in the main cabin, staring at a digital map of the mountain range we were heading toward. My hands were steady, but my mind was a mess. I’d pulled her out of one hell only to drop her straight back into another. I’d promised her peace, all I had given her was a different kind of war. The cabin door hissed open. Sera stood there, wrapped in a dark sweater that was far too big for her. The red emergency lights carved shadows under her cheekbones and across her collarbones. She didn’t look frightened, there was this hardness in her eyes, that made b
The Debt Collectors Bride Chapter 119
Damien’s pov:The morning on the island started like any other. The sun was warm against the white sand, and the sound of the waves was rhythmic, it almost made me believe in a world without shadows.Sera was in the kitchen, the smell of fresh coffee and tropical fruit filling the air. She was humming a song her mother used to sing, I was standing on the edge of the dock, my eyes were fixed on a small, black bird circling in the sky. My satellite phone, the one I had sworn never to turn back on, buzzed once in my pocket. It was a one-way signal from Luca. A "code red" that bypassed every firewall I had built.I pulled the device out. There were no words, only a single image: a photo of the message Silas had left on the prison wall.THE BIRD HAS NO WINGS, DAMIEN.My grip on the phone tightened until the casing creaked. The peace hadn't just been broken; it had been shattered. The "Ghost" protocol had hidden me from the Council, but it hadn't hidden me from the man who knew my soul.I
The Debt Collectors Bride Chapter 118
Third person pov:In Cell 402, Silas was waiting. He had been in the jumpsuit for four days. To anyone watching the security cameras, he looked defeated. He sat on the edge of his cot with his head bowed, and his hands resting limply in his lap. But beneath that calm exterior, Silas was counting. He was counting the seconds between the guard rotations, the intervals of the camera sweeps, and the heartbeats of the men who thought they were his masters. He knew that loyalty in his world was a lie. People didn't follow leaders because of respect; they followed them because of fear or greed. And Silas was a master of both. He had spent a decade weaving a web of secret favors and blackmail that extended even into the darkest corners of the Council’s private guard.The breakout started with a sneeze.Down the hallway, a guard named Miller reached up to rub his nose. Miller was twenty-four, a former soldier who had taken the Council’s paycheck because it was better than the meager pension t
The Debt Collectors Bride Chapter 117
Third person pov:The Council’s high-security prison was a cold, underground fortress made of white stone and reinforced steel. There were no windows, no clocks, and no sounds except for the hum of the air vents.In the center of the most secure cell sat Silas. He wasn't wearing his expensive silk suits anymore. He was in a plain gray jumpsuit, his hands and feet shackled to the floor. But even in chains, he didn't look like a prisoner. He sat with his back straight, a calm, bored expression on his face.On the other side of the thick glass stood the three members of the High Table. They were older men and women who stayed in the shadows, pulling the strings of the world. To them, Silas wasn't just a criminal, he was an embarrassment."You went rogue, Silas," the lead Councilman said, his voice echoing through the speakers. "You kidnapped an asset’s family for your own petty games. You cost us millions in damages, and now, our best weapon, Damien, is gone because of you."Silas tilted
The Debt Collectors Bride Chapter 116
POV: DamienThe pre-dawn light was a cold, sickly blue, filtering through the small window of the villa’s back room. My skin was still humming, sensitized by the memory of the night before. Even as I stood over the glowing screens of my equipment, I could still feel the weight of Sera’s body against mine. I could still smell the jasmine in her hair and the faint, sweet scent of her skin that seemed to have bonded to my own.I closed my eyes for a second, letting the memory wash over me. I remembered the way she had looked at me in the dark with her eyes wide and trusting, even as we both knew the world was ending outside our door. I remembered the soft, broken sounds she made when I moved inside her, the way she clung to me. Being with her like that... was a surrender. For a few hours, I wasn't a killer or a target. I was just a man who loved a woman. I wanted to stay in that bed forever. I wanted to wake up with her every morning for the next fifty years and forget that I ever kn
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