All Chapters of Wet For Him: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The hallway felt like a trap. My back pressed against the cold wall as Marco shielded me with his body. Jace stood in front, gun raised, blood dripping slowly from his side. The attacker's voice echoed again."Give us the girl, Jace. Or we paint these walls with your blood."My heart hammered so hard I could hear it in my ears. The man holding the gun stepped forward. His face was half covered but something about his eyes looked familiar. Too familiar.Jace did not lower his weapon. "You are making a mistake. Touch her and your entire bloodline ends tonight."A tense silence fell. Then the attacker laughed. He pulled down his mask.I gasped.It was my uncle. My father's younger brother, Victor. The man who disappeared from their family ten years ago. The one everyone said had run away to start a new life."Uncle Victor?" I whispered in shock.Jace's head snapped toward me. "You know him?"Victor smiled coldly. "Hello niece. Surprised? Your father never told you the truth about our fam

The night air was thick with smoke and the smell of gunpowder. I lay on the cold ground as chaos unfolded around me. My father stood like a ghost from the past, gun in hand, facing his own brother Victor. Jace staggered from the burning mansion, blood soaking his shirt, eyes locked on her with desperate intensity."Scarlett, get behind me!" My father shouted.Victor laughed bitterly. "You always thought you could run from our bloodline, brother. But look at you now coming to save the daughter you hid from this world."My head spun. My father had always been gentle, a quiet man who worked normal jobs. Now he stood like a warrior. How much had he hidden from me and my mother?Jace reached me first. He pulled me up despite his injury. "Stay with me," he growled, voice weak but full of fire. Marco stood a few feet away, gun still in hand, face torn with guilt.More Rossi men poured in. Bullets flew again. Scarlett's father fired back, taking down one attacker. Victor dove behind a car, s

The estate turned into a battlefield within minutes. I could hear heavy footsteps and gunshots echoing through the grand halls. Lucian shouted orders while his Council guards tried to secure the building. Jace grabbed my hand and pulled me toward a side corridor despite his fresh bandages.“We cannot stay here,” he said. His voice was rough with pain. “Too many players now.”My father followed close behind. “There is a back exit through the kitchens. I used to know this place years ago.”We moved quickly. Smoke was starting to fill the air. Someone had set fires. The attackers were clearly trying to create chaos so they could reach me.As we ran through the kitchen area a group of armed men appeared. They wore different colors. Not Rossi. Not Council.“Who are they?” I whispered.“Another family,” my father answered. “The Moretti line. They have always wanted control of the old bloodlines.”Jace pushed me behind him and fired. The sound was deafening in the closed space. Marco suddenl

The police station was cold and loud. I spent the night in a small cell thinking about everything that had happened. When morning came a detective took me to a private room. He offered me coffee and sat across from me.“Tell me the full story,” he said. “We can protect you.”I wanted to believe him. I told him about the kidnapping. The mansion. The fighting. But I left out names of the big families. I knew the police could not protect me from the real power behind everything.Later that morning they released me into protective custody. My mother and Emma were waiting outside. The reunion was emotional. My mother cried. Emma hugged me so tight it hurt.But I could not tell them everything. I said I had been taken by a dangerous man but was now safe. I left out Jace. I left out my father. I left out the blood on my hands.They took me to a safe house in the city. Police guarded the door. For the first time in weeks I had a normal bed. Normal food. My family around me.But it did not fee

The highway stretched endlessly into the darkness. Jace drove with one hand on the wheel, the other pressing against his bleeding side. I sat in the passenger seat, tears streaming down my face. The image of my mother staying behind to fight Victor and the attackers would not leave my mind.“We cannot leave her,” I whispered. My voice broke. “She sacrificed herself for us.”Jace’s jaw tightened. “She knew what she was doing. If we go back now we all die. We need to get somewhere safe first.”The burner phone in my lap buzzed again. Another message from Lucian.24 hours. Choose the marriage or watch your mother die slowly. Your choice.I showed it to Jace. His eyes darkened with rage. “They are playing with us. The Council has been controlling everything from the beginning.”We drove for hours, changing cars twice to avoid being tracked. Jace took us to a small coastal town far from the city. He had a hidden safe house there. A simple beach cottage that looked innocent from the outside