93] It's Us or Nobody

"Fuck!" Ezekiel roared. "He's not here, and Sedar is nowhere to be found, either. Scope the ocean within a 20-kilometre radius and return him safely, or I'm done for when I return to inform Mercedes that we've lost her husband." He ran his hand through his slick, wet hair and swung a broken chair across the room, roaring "FUCK!!"

He walked through the superyacht, hoping that someone was still alive and breathing, and he intended to torture the prick until he divulged the location of Sedar's captivity.

Mercedes' phone rang in the background, causing her to toss and turn, picking up a spare pillow, she threw it towards the dressing table where her phone sat. She stretched out her arm in search of her husband and encountered nothing but thin air. She grumbled as she embraced one of his pillows, buried her nose in it and deeply inhaled his scent.

Her senses went crazy, as they always did when she breathed him in; her body thudded like the wires of