The moment the jet door opened, I braced myself for chaos.Armed men stood lined across the tarmac, dressed in black, faces hard, weapons raised—and my heart slammed violently against my ribs.I clutched Zane’s hand tighter.“Behind me,” he said again, his voice low and lethal.But before panic could fully take me, something shifted.The men didn’t rush us.They didn’t shout.They didn’t raise their guns.Instead, one of them stepped forward and inclined his head slightly.“Sir.”Just one word.Respectful. Controlled.Zane stopped.His grip on my hand loosened just a fraction, though his body stayed rigid, alert. His eyes scanned the scene quickly too quickly for someone who was surprised.“These are your men?” I whispered, my voice barely holding together.“Yes,” he replied calmly. “And they were never going to touch you.”My knees nearly buckled.Behind us, muffled shouts echoed from the cockpit. Heavy footsteps. A struggle. Then silence, thick and final.Two men emerged moments lat
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