Semua Bab A private deal with the billionaire ceo: Bab 161 - Bab 166

(Damon's POV)It took us a while but we finally did it. We found the man who invaded Emma's house three nights later.Assuming he was working alone we followee him recklessly but we were wrong. He hadn't been alone. He was working with a few people but their purpose was uncertain. Well, not really since they attacked Emma… my weakness.The base sat carved into the side of a limestone ridge, hidden behind foliage thick enough to fool satellites and arrogance thick enough to fool men. It wasn't too far from civilization but not too close that a lost car or wanderer could venture there by mistake. It was still, barely making a sound. The kind of quiet that came from confidence, not caution.“I'll be careful if I were you.” I uttered as I watched Abel gear up. He was still tying his shoelaces when he looked up at me. “I'm always careful.” He said as he stood up.“Still. We don't know what's on the other side of that door.” I retorted. Abel looked at me seriously for a second before smilin

(Damon's POV)By the time I returned, all I found was blood and signs of a violent struggle. Emma was gone. My heart sank. Where could she have gone? From the looks of the living room, there was clearly a struggle. But the men were dead, with cold, empty eyes. So where did Emma run to? Did she get so scared she left the house to somewhere safe or did she lose so much blood she died somewhere else? I really hoped it was the latter. Just the thought of Emma lying lifeless left me feeling empty.I tried to connect to connect the dots. I looked at her messages carefully, searching for signs or clues. There was only one. Selina's name was mentioned in her first text. Did she come over? What was she doing here? My fists balled in fury. I dialed Abel's number immediately. He answered on the first ring. “Get Selina to headquarters. Now.” I ordered before hanging up. Whatever was going to get in my way, I was ready to clear it up.The room smelled like metal and old coffee. Interrogation rooms

(Emma’s POV)I ran to him before I even realized I was moving, my legs carrying me faster than my thoughts. Damon was there, fragile and battered, sitting slumped against the dirt, the sweat and blood on his clothes mixing with dust. My hands shook as I dropped to my knees beside him. “Damon,” I whispered, almost afraid to speak the name aloud, as if saying it too loud would shatter the fragile reality of this moment.He stirred, his eyes fluttering open. Exhaustion lined his face, his jaw tight, and the faint tremor in his hands betrayed how much he had been through. Even like this, even wounded, even weak… he looked at me with that same intensity I had loved, the same unwavering focus, and it hit me that he had been searching for me all this time. All those nights I had spent wondering if he was even alive—he had been out there, thinking about me, moving through danger for me.“Emma…” His voice was raw, weak, hoarse, but it carried everything he felt. I immediately pressed a hand to