《Sinfully His: Craving The Devil's Son》全部章節：第 101 章 - 第 110 章

POV: ClaraI pulled the collar of my oversized, faded sweater up around my chin and stared at the massive glass doors of St. Jude’s Private Hospital. This place did not look like a hospital. It looked like a luxury hotel where rich people came to get their wrinkles ironed out or their blood swapped for younger blood. It was disgusting, really. But it was exactly where I needed to be if we were going to pull off this raid.I took a deep breath, patted my pocket to make sure my fake ID card was still there, and walked inside. The automatic doors slid open with a soft, expensive-sounding swoosh.My fake name for the week was Elena Vance. I was supposed to be a twenty-two-year-old high school dropout with zero career prospects and an urgent need to scrub toilets for minimum wage.The woman at the front desk barely looked at me when I told her I was here for the night-shift cleaning interview. She just pointed down a long, brightly lit hallway.Office 114. Mr. Vance. No relation to my fake

POV:ClaraI sat on the edge of the bed in our tiny room, staring at the hospital clothes folded next to me. Tomorrow we would steal what we needed, and everything could go wrong. My heart would not stop racing. The fear mixed with this weird excitement that made my stomach flip. Nikolai stood behind me. His hands landed on my shoulders, heavy and warm. I leaned back into him without thinking."You okay, Clara?" he asked, his voice low."I do not know," I said. "What if we mess up tomorrow? What if we do not make it out?"He squeezed my shoulders gently. "We will make it. I will not let anything happen to you."I turned my head to look up at him. His eyes locked on mine, dark and serious. The bed creaked when he sat down right behind me and pulled me closer. His chest pressed against my back. I could feel how fast his heart beat too."I keep thinking about everything," I whispered. "Victor and his people ruined so much. But before that, it was just us. Simple days. No running, no stea

POV: ClaraI sat in the basement staring at the security camera screens. My hands shook as I watched everything. Nikolai and his guys just got to the fourth floor. I saw the empty bed on one screen and Victor smiling on the video. My stomach dropped. This was all wrong."Oh no," I said to myself. "Victor set a trap. I knew it felt too easy."I leaned closer to the screens. Silas and his men moved through a side hall on the fourth floor. They carried guns and looked ready to attack. They got closer to Nikolai's position every second. My heart beat so fast I thought it would explode."Nikolai, you need to get out," I whispered even though he could not hear me. "This is bad. Really bad."I grabbed the radio but stopped. The plan said I had to stay down here and only cut power if things got really bad. But this was really bad. Silas had too many men. They would reach Nikolai soon."I can not just sit here," I said out loud. "Nikolai trusts me. I trust him. I have to help."My mind went ba

Clara’s POV“Hold his shoulder or he will bleed out before we even hit the main road!” Nikolai yelled over the roaring hum of the engine.He slammed his foot onto the gas pedal, and the stolen ambulance violently lurched forward, its tires screeching as we tore away from the hospital basement exit. The vehicle bounced aggressively over the concrete curb, throwing me hard against the metal interior wall of the medical bay.“I am trying!” I cried out. My palms were completely coated in warm, sticky crimson as I desperately pressed my hands down on the messy wound in Henry’s shoulder. The fabric of his shirt was totally soaked through. Every time Nikolai swung the vehicle around a sharp corner, more blood squirted past my tightly squeezed fingers.Henry groaned weakly beneath me, his eyes rolling back toward the ceiling of the bouncing ambulance. “Clara... stop. Just let me breathe.”“Stay awake, Henry!” I yelled, leaning my entire weight onto his chest to keep him steady. “Do not dare c

Clara’s POV“If you move out into that light, they will clip you before your feet even touch the lower steps,” Nikolai whispered, his breath hot and frantic against my ear as he violently slammed me back against the rusted iron leg of Crane 4.Before I could tear myself away or scream out in pure agony, his large, rough palm clamped over my mouth, entirely sealing my lips. I thrashed against his chest, but he used his heavy frame to pin me completely flat against the cold metal structure. The freezing shipyard air swirled around us, heavily carrying the disgusting stench of orange rust, rotting dead fish from the river, and leaked gasoline. Down on the illuminated loading dock below, my mother was shivering uncontrollably in her wooden chair under the harsh glare of the floodlights. One of Silas’s heavily armed guards stood right over her, casually resting the cold barrel of a black handgun directly against her temple.“Mmph!” I thrashed harder, my voice entirely trapped behind Nikola