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Arriving in front of the giant gates of Mr. Thomas's residence, David stood tall, scanning the entire luxury estate from end to end. His sharp eyes seemed to be mapping out every inch of the building, which looked more like a fortress than a home.The guards at the front post communicated tensely through their earpieces. The name "David" was heard repeatedly amidst brief instructions. They knew who was coming, and they knew his arrival was not a warm family visit."Open the gate," a heavy voice commanded over the intercom.The iron gate creaked open automatically, paving the way for David to walk in alone. Along the path to the main door, rows of men in black suits stood with their arms folded, each carrying weapons hidden beneath their jackets. David did not quicken his pace. He walked with a calm rhythm, showing t
Upon arriving at the hospital, Bella and I didn't go inside. Instead, we got into a black van, without David. Yes, without David. It was just me and Bella in David’s van.I contacted Dr. John and left Bella so she could receive the treatment she needed. After handing her over, the atmosphere in the hospital corridor grew increasingly tense. Dr. John gave a slight nod, his gaze heavy with meaning as if he knew far more than he was letting on, before the treatment room door closed shut.I turned around. I pulled my hat down to cover part of my face and got back into the car. I vividly remembered what David had told me on the way to the hospital. He wanted me to meet Jack alone and negotiate with him. David said the place was safe; no one would know where we were. My only task was to get Jack to be honest about everything he knew.
“Hey... calm down. We’re going to be okay.” I touched Bella’s shoulder, trying to soothe her, even though I was terrified myself.The trees around us seemed to urge Bella and me to leave immediately. The rustling bushes and falling branches added to the eerie atmosphere.I gripped Bella’s arm tightly, leading her on a run through the forest back toward our starting point. Halfway through, amidst the towering trees, David was waiting for us. He gestured for us to run a little faster.“Hurry, Hanna!” His voice was calm, as usual, as if he were already understood and was accustomed to situations like this. His eyes occasionally darted behind him as he ran alongside Bella and me.“Argh!” Bella fell. Her leg was injured. A large branch had tripped her, sending her knees slamming into small rocks hidden beneath the brush. Bella groaned. I tried to calm her. “You will be alright.”“It hurts too much.”“I feel you. Can you still walk?” I asked frantically.Bella shook her head while crying.
And just as I stood in front of the door, a guard appeared from the shadows, wearing a black uniform, a flashlight in one hand and a weapon slung over his shoulder.Our eyes met.Instinctively, I took a step back, but the steel door behind me left no space to escape. The guard immediately raised his weapon.He stepped forward slowly. His hand touched the trigger, ready to pull it.I reflexively raised both hands. My legs trembled. My breath caught, as if I was ready to die.“Don’t shoot me,” I said, trembling. “Please…”The guard kept walking forward. The
"Will you protect me?" I asked him.The question made David visibly annoyed. His jaw tightened, and his eyes narrowed, as if he were trying to hold something back, anger, confusion, or maybe fear. But he didn’t answer right away."Do you think I’d bring you this far if I didn’t care?" he said finally, his voice low but clear.He pulled out a black phone from the pocket of his jacket. His hands moved quickly to unlock it, then opened an app that instantly showed a live CCTV feed."Look at this," he said quietly, holding the phone out toward me.On the screen, a grainy black-and-white image from a security camera appeared, narrow corridor, concrete walls, dim lighting. The camera showed a row of metal doors al
Medical machines stood rigidly beside the bed, each with monitors displaying heart rate graphs, blood pressure, and other vital numbers. The beep... beep... beep... of the heart monitor filled the silence, a constant reminder that Jack was still alive, though only through tubes and wires.The white lights on the ceiling illuminated the room harshly, leaving no space for shadows. IV tubes trailed down from a hanging bag of clear fluid, delivering medication directly into the fragile vein in Jack's weakened arm. A ventilator stood beside the bed.A doctor stood next to Jack’s bed. His face was hidden behind a medical mask. His hands moved swiftly, checking the monitor beside the bed, watching the shifting vital signs. He typed something on the digital tablet in his hand, then carefully adjusted the IV line. Every movement was practiced and calm, yet still showed a sense of care, this wasn’t just routine.“Is he going to be okay?” I asked, worried.The doctor slowly turned to me. His gaze







