All Chapters of Unfit For Him, Now His Regret: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Author POV The warehouse smelled like rust and old rain. Every step Seraph took echoed off concrete walls that hadn’t seen sunlight in years. Her heart was loud in her ears. Ronan stood twenty feet ahead, backlit by a single hanging bulb that swung slow, casting his shadow long across the floor.“Welcome to the party, Seraph,” he said. His voice didn’t echo. It landed, heavy. “I was starting to think you’d lost your nerve.”She forced her hands to stay at her sides. No trembling. Not for him. “Cut the speech, Ronan. You texted me. I’m here. What do you want?”Ronan smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. Those were flat. Calculating. He circled her slow, like a shark testing water. “What I want? I want you to stop digging into Tradefare. I want you to stop pretending you’re some kind of crusader for the little guy.”The mention of her Alex hit her like a slap. Seraph’s jaw tightened.” You know Alex?" “ I shouldn't?,” Ronan said, stopping in front of her. He was close enough that she c

Author POV Morning came through Alex’s curtains. Seraph woke to the sound of a kettle whistling and the smell of cheap coffee. For a second she didn’t know where she was. Then she remembered the warehouse, the lock, the pipe. Alex was in the kitchen, moving slowly. He’d changed into a clean shirt, but the bruise under it had to hurt. He poured coffee into two mugs and set one on the table beside her without asking how she took it. “You remember,” she said. “Black, one sugar,” he said. “You used to steal sips from my cup in study hall because you said cafeteria coffee tasted like dirt.” Seraph wrapped her hands around the mug. Warmth seeped into her fingers. “You’re annoyingly observant.” “I'll try,” Alex said. He sat across from her, careful of his ribs. “Sleep okay?” “Yeah,” she said. And she had. Despite everything. Because the man bleeding l

Author POV The apartment was quiet after Amplified. Too quiet. Seraph sat on Alex’s couch, the flash drive warm in her palm. Data that could burn Tradefare. Data that made her a target.Alex was in the kitchen. Water ran in the sink. The sound of a knife scraping against a cutting board. Slow. He’d been quiet since they got back. Quieter than usual.Seraph’s phone buzzed on the coffee table. Unknown number. She almost ignored it. Ronan used unknown numbers. But something made her pick it up.The message had no text. Just a photo. Alex. Two hours ago. Standing across the street from her building. Hood up, hands in pockets. Watching her window. The timestamp glowed in the corner: 11:47 PM. Right after the warehouse. Right before he knocked on her door.Under the photo, three words: *She has the drive. Finalize it tonight or I will send the photos of your sister to the police.*Seraph’s

Author POV The apartment didn’t feel empty. It felt hollow. Like Alex took the air with him when Sloane dragged him out. Seraph stayed on the floor for a long time. The phone buzzed again in her hand. She didn’t look. She knew what it would say. More photos. More threats. Elena’s way of saying *you’re next*. Her palm hurt. She opened her fist. The flash drive was still there. Warm from her sweat. Data that could end Tradefare. Data that got Alex cuffed. The knife lay ten feet away, blade sunk into the floorboard from where Alex drove it down. He chose not to. He chose her. And Elena punished him for it. Seraph stood. Her legs shook. She crossed the room and pulled the knife from the wood. It came free with a sound like tearing. She set it on the table. Didn’t touch the blade. Didn’t want to know if her hands would shake too. Her

The car smelled like rain and Alex’s jacket. Seraph slept with her head against the window, flash drive clutched in her palm. Data that could end Tradefare. Data that made her a target. Alex drove. Quiet. Too quiet. She woke when the streetlights disappeared. No city glow. No other cars. Just trees crowding the road and the sound of tires on gravel. The GPS showed nothing but black. Seraph sat up slow, rubbing her eyes. “Where are we?” “Taking the back way,” Alex said. He didn’t look at her. Both hands on the wheel. Knuckles white. “Less traffic. Less eyes.” Seraph frowned. “Back way to where? The safehouse is on the other side of the city.” Alex didn’t answer. He reached forward and turned off the GPS. The screen went dark. The car went darker. Seraph’s stomach tightened. “Alex.” “Yeah?” His voice was still Alex. Still low, still tired. But there was something under it. Something she’d never heard before. “Why’d you turn off the GPS?” she asked. She kept her voice even. Sh