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“Please… let me go,” Jeremy murmured as one of Jaxon’s men stepped into the room, the door creaking open. He carried a tray of food in one hand, a gun steady in the other.“I just need to speak to Jaxon Waverly. Please, I’m begging you,” Jeremy pleaded, his voice cracking. “I’ve got a wife and a kid waiting for me. I’ve been gone for days, they’ll be losing their minds by now. Please.”But the man said nothing. He crouched and set the tray on the floor, his gun never straying from Jeremy’s face.“Just let me talk to him. One phone call,” Jeremy said, his voice trembling now. “I swear, he’s probably forgotten I’m even still here. I’ve learnt my lesson. I just, look, my wounds are getting worse. If they don’t get treated properly, I’m gonna die from infection. Please, man.”Still, no response. The guard turned on his heel and walked out, unfazed, as if Jeremy hadn’t spoken at all.“Please!” Jeremy shouted, stumbling up from the narrow bed squeezed into the cramped room. He rushed to the

Bianchi began to pace restlessly in front of Isla as he expected his men. Isla, who was still extreme weak, seemed to have hope seeing her capturer disoriented. She let out a smirk and flicked her brows. “I told you Jaxon would find you and kill you.” She muttered admist laughter, loud enough for him to hear. “Shut the fuck up!” Bianchi growled as he stormed closer to the chair where she was tied, his shivering finger pointing to her face. Isla kept her smirk, refusing to look away in fear. “You know…” he whispered, a smirk curling up the side of his lips. “I thought I would just have to kill one girl to get what I want, but…” he pulled out his gun from his back and traced it on Isla’s face, causing her breath to etch. “...why not add her bestfriend to make things more fun?” He grinned, and Isla’s heart skipped a beat. The smirk on her face instantly disappeared. “What are you talking about?” She asked with gritted teeth, and Bianchi let out an annoying laugh as he moved away fro

Ivy was seated in the living room, nursing her baby, when her phone began to ring. She reached over to the couch, grabbed it, and saw her mother’s name flashing on the screen. With a sigh, she answered and switched to speaker.“Hey, Mom,” she greeted, her tone flat and unbothered.“They found your sister, Ivy!” her mother’s voice burst through the speaker, trembling with excitement.Ivy rolled her eyes, clearly unimpressed. “And let me guess... was she with Jeremy?”“Jeremy?” her mother repeated, confused. “Why would he be with her? Isla was kidnapped!”“Or she ran off with my husband,” Ivy replied dryly.Her mother gasped. “What are you even talking about, Ivy? I called thinking you'd be happy your sister’s been found, and this is the reaction I get? Don’t you even want to know how she is?”“I’m sure she’s fine,” Ivy muttered. “She just wants attention, and I’m not giving her any.”Before her mother could respond, the front door creaked open. Ivy looked up, her brows lifting in surp

Isla held the door open as Alex helped her wheel Jaxon into the house. He sat quietly in the chair, his expression unreadable.“Thanks so much, Alex. I’ve got it from here,” Isla said, slinging her bag over her shoulder as she took hold of the wheelchair.Alex gave a small nod and stepped back, letting her take over. “You should head home now, Alex. We’ll talk later,” Jaxon said, turning his head to look at him.Alex offered a faint smile. “Take care of yourself, boss,” he replied, dipping his head slightly before turning to go.“Alex?” Jaxon called after him. Alex paused and looked back. “Thank you,” Jaxon added.Alex smiled. “Anytime,” he said with a nod, then stepped out the door.“Jaxon!” a familiar voice called from the living room.He glanced up, surprised. “Maggie?” he frowned. “What are you doing here?”“What am I doing here?” she echoed incredulously. “You got shot, and I had to hear about it after the fact—and you're asking me that?”Isla let out a soft laugh and walked ov

Michael was fast asleep, and Alex needed him to stay that way for at least another hour. He had somewhere to be—specifically, a visit to Idris. And the less Michael knew about it, the better.In under twenty minutes, Alex had showered, dressed, and slipped out of the house without a sound, leaving Michael undisturbed. As he stepped outside and made his way to the car, he dialed Jaxon.“Hey, boss,” he said, fastening his seatbelt with a click.“Alex, talk to me,” Jaxon replied on the other end.“I’m heading to that bastard’s bar. Idris,” Alex said through gritted teeth as he started the engine.“Idris? I thought we were choosing to let him be—for Isla’s sake,” Jaxon responded calmly.Alex shook his head. “This is different now. He crossed a line with Michael. I’m not letting that slide.”“What exactly do you plan on doing when you get there?” Jaxon asked, still composed.“I’m just going to talk some sense into him,” Alex replied. “And if I can help it, make sure he gets the hell out of