Sinfully His: Craving The Devil's Son의 모든 챕터: 챕터 111 - 챕터 120

Clara’s POV“Get up on your feet right now before I split your skull open!” Victor roared, his voice cracking with absolute rage as the deafening blare of the shipyard foghorns continued to rattle the warehouse walls.The calm, calculated composure he always carried was completely gone. He reached down and grabbed a fistful of my heavy jacket, violently yanking me up from the wet concrete gravel. I squeezed my eyes shut as the blaring horns pierced through my ears, making my head spin. Before I could find my footing, Victor dragged me roughly across the wooden gangway and onto the pristine, open teak deck of his luxury yacht, the *Novarion*. The massive vessel was docked right against the primary warehouse wall, swaying slightly against the black water.“Let me go!” I screamed, hitting his arm with my fists, but his grip was like an iron vice. “You can't get away with this, Victor! The entire police department will be down here!”“The police belong to me, you stupid girl!” Victor sho

Clara’s POV“If you fire that gun, Nikolai, we all go down together!” Victor shouted, his voice cracking into a manic shriek over the deafening mechanical roar of the automated foghorns.“Then let’s go down!” Nikolai roared back.Before Victor could even twitch his finger on the silver trigger pressed against my ribs, a massive, grinding metallic crash ripped through the entire eastern dock. From the high platform, a heavy industrial forklift plunged straight forward through the darkness, ramming directly into the main mooring posts of the pier. The impact was cataclysmic. The thick woven steel cables securing the *Novarion* snapped one by one with explosive, whip-like cracks. Henry had used his absolute last ounce of strength to crush the harbor ties.The entire luxury yacht violently lurched sideways, pulling away from the stone concrete dock with a sickening shudder.The unexpected movement threw Victor completely off balance. His grip on my hair ripped free, and his silver revolve

Clara’s POV“Don't touch that lever, Nikolai, please!” I cried out, my hands trembling as I grabbed his massive arm to pull him back from the glowing navigation console.“He is running us straight out into the deep sea, Clara,” Nikolai growled, his knuckles turning entirely white as he stared down at the cluster of exposed wires beneath the metal casing. “If I do not disconnect the primary autopilot relay right now, we cross the international border line in less than half an hour.”“But you heard what he said through the ventilation system,” I reminded him, my voice shaking as I stepped closer to him in the cramped bridge cabin. “The entire console grid is rigged. If you try to force a manual turn back to the city harbor, the whole engine room block detonates instantly. He wants you to pull that lever. It is a trap.”Nikolai let out a sharp, frustrated breath, his shoulders dropping slightly as he pulled his hand away from the open panel. He looked down at the complex wiring, then out

Clara’s POV“Did you get the override codes?” I shouted over the deafening mechanical horn that suddenly started screaming from the lower decks.The heavy metal door burst open, and Nikolai came running back up to the main deck. My chest tightened in instant horror when I saw he wasn't alone. He was dragging Victor by the collar of his ruined jacket. Victor’s face was completely white from blood loss, his hand clutching a fresh, bleeding bullet wound in his right shoulder. Blood dripped heavily onto the polished teak wood floorboards, leaving a gruesome trail behind them.“There are no codes, Clara!” Nikolai yelled back, his chest heaving violently as he hauled his father toward the stern of the luxury yacht. “The entire core tracking system is locked from the main grid. We have to move right now!”“You think you can outrun them in a plastic dinghy, boy?” Victor sneered, coughing up a spray of dark crimson as Nikolai threw him roughly against the side rail. Even with a bullet in his s

Clara’s POV“Hold her shoulders down, Clara, she is going to bite through her tongue!” Nikolai shouted, his boots sliding against the slick, damp concrete floor as he lunged forward.“I am trying!” I yelled back, my palms slipping against my mother’s cold, sweat-slicked skin. “Mama, look at me! You need to breathe. Just breathe!”Her teeth clicked together in violent, rhythmic clicks, her entire body shaking under the thin, stolen gray wool blankets we managed to scavenge from a dumpster behind a rail yard. The clinic in the upper district had kept her pumped full of heavy, medical-grade sedatives for months to keep her compliant. Now, going cold turkey in this pitch-black hole was throwing her nervous system into a catastrophic spiral.“We need real heat,” Nikolai growled, his knuckles white as he pressed his weight against her knees to stop the violent muscle spasms. “She is freezing from the inside out.”“Look around us, Nikolai. There is no heat here,” I said, a wave of bitter re