บททั้งหมดของ Bound by Ruin: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

The lock clicked.Sharp. Final.It echoed through Elena’s chest like a gunshot.“No.”The word tore out of her before she could stop it.She lunged for the door—Too late.It didn’t budge.“Open it!” she shouted, slamming her palm against the metal.Silence answered.Cold. Unyielding.Behind her, the man exhaled softly, almost amused.“You’re wasting energy.”Elena turned slowly.Rage burned through the fear now.“You lied.”He tilted his head.“I never said I was taking him to them.”“You said this was an exchange!”“And it is.”“That’s not an exchange,” she snapped. “That’s a trap.”“Yes.”The calm agreement hit harder than denial would have.Her pulse roared.“Where is he?” she demanded.“On his way somewhere secure.”“That’s not an answer.”“It’s the only one you’re getting.”Her hands curled into fists.“You think this ends well for you?” she asked.He studied her.“Define well.”“My father is still alive,” she said, voice shaking but fierce. “Which means you still need something

Gunfire shattered the dark.Loud. Violent. Unrelenting.Elena flinched as the first shots rang out, instinctively dropping low, her heart slamming against her ribs.“Get down!” someone shouted.She didn’t know who.Didn’t care.Her world had narrowed to sound and survival.Bullets tore through metal. Sparks burst from the walls. The air filled with the sharp scent of gunpowder and chaos.“Secure the perimeter!” a voice barked from somewhere in the darkness.Adrian.Even restrained, even wounded—his command cut through everything.“Elena!” he shouted. “Stay where you are!”Her breath came fast.Too fast.She couldn’t see him.Couldn’t see anyone.Only flashes:Muzzle fire lighting up the room in violent bursts.Shadows moving.Bodies shifting.The sound of boots hitting concrete.Then.A hand grabbed her.She gasped, twisting violently.“Easy,” a voice muttered close to her ear.Not Adrian.The man.The one orchestrating all of this.Her pulse spiked.“Let go of me!”“Not a chance,” he

The sirens cut through the night.Sharp.Rising.Getting closer.Elena’s fingers tightened around the device as it pulsed in her hand—alive, active, and no longer under their control.“Adrian,” she said, her voice barely holding, “what does ‘remote override’ mean?”He didn’t answer immediately.Because he was still fighting.Still locked with the man on the ground.Brutal.Relentless.Neither of them holding back anymore.“Elena—drop it!” he barked.Her heart slammed.“I’m not dropping the only thing we have!”“Then don’t touch anything!”Too late for that.The screen flickered again.Changed.The countdown—Gone.Replaced.Her breath caught.“What… what is this?”Coordinates.New ones.Moving.Updating in real time.Her pulse spiked.“It’s tracking something,” she said.Adrian’s head snapped toward her—And in that split second of distraction—The man beneath him twisted.Hard.Violent.Adrian lost his balance—Just enough.The man surged up.Elena’s breath hitched.“Adrian!”Too lat

The device hit the floor.A dull, final sound beneath the chaos.Gone.For half a second—Everything froze.Then—Everyone moved.The man yanked the car door open.Adrian lunged forward.“Elena—stay down!” he barked.Too late.She was already diving.Her hands hit the floorboard—Glass cutting into her palms—Pain flaring—Ignored.“Where is it—” she whispered frantically.A hand grabbed her shoulder—Hard.Pulling her back.“No!” she gasped, twisting violently.The man.Too fast.Too close.“You’re done,” he said.Adrian slammed into him a second later.The impact ripped him away from her—Both men crashing against the side of the car.The metal dented with a harsh crunch.“Elena—now!” Adrian shouted.Her pulse exploded.Now.Now.She dropped lower—Almost flat—Her fingers searching blindly beneath the seat—Dust.Metal.Nothing—Then—Cold.Smooth.Her breath caught.The device.She grabbed it—Tight—Pulling it toward her chest—Shielding it.Behind her—The fight escalated.Bruta

The gunshot split the night.Sharp.Close.Too close.Elena froze.For a fraction of a second—The world stopped.Then—Everything moved at once.“Down!” Adrian roared.His arm slammed into her, forcing her to the ground just as another shot rang out—Glass shattered behind them.An officer shouted.“Sniper! Take cover!”Chaos erupted.Officers scattered, diving behind vehicles, weapons raised toward the darkness.The flashing lights turned frantic—red, blue, white—strobing over panic and confusion.Elena’s heart pounded violently against the pavement.“What is happening?!” she gasped.Adrian didn’t answer.Because he was already moving.Pulling her with him.Low.Fast.Toward the shadows between two police vehicles.“They’re not here for us,” he said under his breath.Her pulse spiked.“Then who—”Another shot cracked through the air.Precise.Calculated.Not random.Elena flinched.And then she saw it.One of the officers dropped.Clean.Controlled.Not chaos.Targeted.Her blood ra