For a moment, they simply stood there, holding each other’s gaze.The warmth in his eyes made her heart ache, and she felt some of the heaviness in her chest begin to lift.“I just… I needed to come back here,” she said quietly. “The Millers have always been my safe haven. They loved me for me, even when I wasn’t really theirs. And tonight, I needed that.”“I understand,” Alexander replied. “And for what it’s worth, I’m glad you have them. But you should know that you’re not alone, Sarah. No matter how hard things get, I’m here. Always.”Her lips curved into a faint smile, and she leaned into him, resting her head against his chest.The steady rhythm of his heartbeat was a soothing balm to her frayed nerves.“I know,” she murmured. “And I’m grateful. Truly.”They continued their walk but this time, back to the Miller house.Alexander walked beside her, his hand lightly brushing hers. The conversation had dwindled to a comfortable silence, punctuated only by the soft crunch of gravel u
Alexander moved swiftly through the dense woods, each step calculated to draw the assassins away from Sarah.The cold air stung his lungs as he darted between trees, his sharp instincts keeping him one step ahead of the gunfire.“Over there!” a gruff voice barked, and Alexander heard the crunch of footsteps behind him.Good, he thought grimly.He was leading them away.The plan was working until the sharp crack of a gunshot echoed through the night.Pain exploded in his back, radiating outward like fire.His legs buckled beneath him, and he hit the ground hard, a groan escaping his lips as his body refused to respond.Damn it.He tried to move, but nothing happened.The realization hit him like a freight train, he was paralyzed.The sound of the assassins closing in sent adrenaline surging through his veins.He couldn’t let them finish him off. Gritting his teeth, he used his arms to pull himself behind a large tree, his breathing labored.Meanwhile, Sarah ran blindly through the fore
Sarah's mind raced as the conversation continued.“I warned you,” Gerald said, his tone dangerous. “There was no room for mistakes. Alexander Blake cannot be allowed to walk away from this.”“He won’t,” the assassin replied, his voice tinged with desperation. “I hit him. He’s paralyzed again. He won’t be a threat.”Gerald’s response was sharp. “That’s not enough. Paralyzed or not, as long as he’s alive, he’s a problem. And now, thanks to your failure, he knows someone is after him.”“I’ll regroup,” the assassin promised. “We’ll finish it.”“No,” Gerald said coldly. “You’re done. Don’t contact me again. I’ll handle this myself.”The call ended abruptly, leaving the assassin cursing under his breath.Sarah’s hands trembled as she processed what she had just heard.Gerald had orchestrated the attack.Her parents’ deaths, Alexander’s injury, it was all because of him.Her vision blurred as tears welled in her eyes, but anger surged within her, mingling with her grief.Gerald had taken eve
Back at his estate, Gerald paced his study, his mind racing as he considered his next move.He sipped a glass of whiskey, the amber liquid swirling as he contemplated the situation.The failure to eliminate Alexander outright had been a setback, but with Sarah in his grasp, he had a new advantage.“She’s the key,” Gerald murmured to himself. “Alexander will come for her, and when he does, I’ll finish this once and for all.”He picked up his phone, issuing orders to his trusted enforcers.“Prepare a secure location,” he instructed. “Somewhere remote, where no one can find her.”“Yes, sir,” came the reply.“And double the security,” Gerald added. “I don’t want any more surprises.”..........................At the temporary command post, Alexander’s frustration boiled over. He slammed his fist into the side of his wheelchair, ignoring the pain that shot through his arm.“She’s out there,” he said, his voice raw with emotion. “We’re running out of time.”“Sir,” Carter said carefully, “we
At his estate, Gerald poured himself another glass of whiskey, a satisfied smile playing on his lips as he received the update."She’s secured," the voice on the other end reported. "We’re bringing her to the safe house.""Good," Gerald replied. "Make sure she’s kept alive. For now.""And Blake?" the voice asked.Gerald’s smile faltered. "He’s still breathing. But with his wife missing and his body failing him, he’ll crumble soon enough. Keep me informed."As he ended the call, Gerald leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing.The pieces were falling into place, but there was still work to be done.Hours later, Alexander woke in the hospital, his body heavy with exhaustion and pain.He blinked against the harsh light, his mind immediately going to Sarah."Where is she?" he rasped, his voice barely audible.Carter was at his side in an instant. "We’re still looking, sir. We’ve expanded the search, but so far, no leads."Alexander’s fists clenched. "She’s out there, Carter. I don’t c
In her dark cell, Sarah refused to let despair consume her.She thought of Alexander, she thought of her parents, their lives stolen in an instant, and the vengeance she owed them.Her captors underestimated her.They thought she was broken, powerless. But they were wrong.As the hours dragged on, Sarah studied her surroundings, noting every detail of the room, every sound from outside.She would find a way out.And when she did, Gerald would pay for everything he had done.In the quiet of his opulent study, Gerald sat behind his massive mahogany desk, the glow of a dim table lamp casting shadows across his face.He dialed a number, his fingers steady, his expression devoid of any emotion.The phone rang twice before a gruff voice answered."Yes?""It’s me," Gerald said curtly. "What’s the status?"The captor replied. "She’s secure."Gerald leaned back in his chair, the leather creaking softly. "Good. But keeping her there isn’t wise. Blake’s men are relentless. They’ll eventually fin
The captors moved quickly, shoving Sarah into the back of a black van.Her wrists were bound tightly with zip ties, biting into her skin.She stumbled as they pushed her into her seat, and one man sat down beside her, his cold, calculating eyes never leaving her face.The van smelled of gasoline and old leather, the air thick with tension. In the front, two more men occupied the driver’s and passenger seats.The driver’s hands gripped the wheel firmly, his focus locked on the winding road ahead, while the other man occasionally glanced back, ensuring their captive was secure.No one spoke, save for the occasional crackle of their radios.The silence was oppressive, the weight of her predicament pressing down on Sarah’s chest.She kept her head low, her mind racing with possibilities of escape.Unseen by her captors, Sarah’s fingers clenched tightly around a shard of metal she had concealed earlier. Every movement had to be subtle, the man beside her was far too close for her to risk d
Sarah’s legs burned as she pushed through the dense forest.The terrain was merciless, each step pulling her farther from the captors who had hunted her.Exhaustion clawed at her, but the fear of being caught again was stronger than her body’s protests.The air grew colder, and the trees loomed taller, their branches intertwining above her like a canopy of secrets.The moonlight barely filtered through, leaving the forest eerily silent except for the crunch of leaves underfoot and her ragged breathing.She didn’t know how far she had run, but the distant sound of voices made her freeze.Her heart thundered in her chest as she crouched low, her eyes darting around.Up ahead, a faint glow pierced the darkness.It wasn’t a fire but a series of floodlights illuminating a clearing.She crept closer, her movements slow and deliberate. What she saw made her stomach churn.A cluster of black vehicles, their engines still idling, surrounded a low building camouflaged by the forest.Men in dark
Sarah stayed curled in Alexander’s arms for a long moment, breathing him in like he was the only tether keeping her from floating away.His hand cradled the back of her head, his chest rising and falling in unsteady waves as if he still couldn’t believe she was real, that she was here.But then her eyes drifted down.Her gaze locked on the white sheets, crumpled and slightly lifted around his lower half.Something tugged at her memory, the shot.The sharp crack of a bullet.The sight of him falling behind her as she ran, screaming his name. Her stomach twisted.She leaned back slightly, her hand moving instinctively to the edge of the blanket, brushing against the thick padding of a cast beneath.Her voice was soft. “You were shot… I remember… I...”Alexander caught her hand gently, pressing it to his lips. “It’s okay. I’m here.”But Sarah’s heart had already begun to race again. “You were limping… and I saw… but I didn’t know it was this bad.” Her eyes darted toward the crutches now
The first thing Sarah registered was the scent of antiseptic, clean, sharp, and nauseating.Then came the ache. Deep in her bones. In her chest. In the marrow of her soul.She stirred, her fingers twitching over crisp hospital sheets as her body shifted ever so slightly, and her mind scrambled to catch up.She wasn’t tied down. She wasn’t cold anymore. She wasn’t in that dark room. That house. That… nightmare.She was safe.Or… something like it.Her eyes fluttered open slowly, lashes damp from tears she hadn’t even known she’d been crying.The ceiling was a sterile white blur. The walls hummed faintly with distant activity, soft footfalls, medical monitors, the low murmur of conversation somewhere outside the door.But none of it mattered.Because he wasn’t there.And without him, none of this felt real.Her lips parted, cracked and dry, and she tried to speak. Tried to push out the name that had lived on the edge of every prayer she'd whispered during captivity.It came out broken a
Alexander turned his head, his eyes bloodshot and glistening. “I’ll be a burden now. She’ll never say it, but I’ll see it in her eyes. Pity. Guilt. I’d rather she hate me than pity me.”“She’s not that kind of woman,” Darius said firmly.A pause. Then Alexander swallowed hard and asked the question that had been clawing at him since the moment the doctor said the word paralysis.“What if she stays… just because she thinks she owes me?”Darius’s brow furrowed. “Then you remind her what you both have been through. Remind her who the hell you are. And what you mean to each other.”Silence again.Then Alexander leaned back against the pillows and stared up at the ceiling. “Gerald got away.”Darius’s expression hardened. “Barely. One of my men put a tracker on his vehicle before he escaped. Victoria got caught in the crossfire. Gerald used her,” Darius replied coldly. “He doesn’t care who dies as long as he gets what he wants.”Alexander’s jaw clenched. “Then we’ll burn every last shadow h
The sterile beep of Alexander’s heart monitor filled the hospital room like a metronome, steady and soft. The worst had passed, so the doctors said. He had survived the bullets, the blood loss, the surgery. He had defied death.But outside the room, just as Darius turned to check on Sarah again, something in her expression shifted.Relief.That was the first thing he saw.A full bodied, all consuming relief that weakened her spine, dulled her eyes, and uncoiled every taut muscle that had kept her upright through pain, fear, and heartbreak.Then she crumpled.“Sarah...!” Darius lunged forward and caught her just before her knees slammed into the polished floor.Her body was limp in his arms, barely conscious, her breathing shallow and unsteady. Her bloodied hands slipped against his shirt as he pulled her close, his voice sharp and commanding as he yelled over his shoulder, “Get a doctor! Now!”Within seconds, nurses flooded the corridor. A gurney was wheeled over, and Darius laid her d
The woman he’d secretly crushed on since the first night he saved her bleeding and defiant.“Holy shit,” he muttered.But she was already in the driver’s seat.The moment her fingers wrapped around the wheel, she changed. Her spine straightened. Her breath slowed. The fear didn’t vanish, but it sharpened, fused into her bones like steel.And when her foot hit the gas, the tires screamed their fury into the night.The SUV became a blur under her hands.Trees melted past them. Headlights glared like ghosts. The world narrowed to instinct and motion.Sarah didn’t flinch when they nearly sideswiped a truck. She didn’t panic when the back tires fishtailed across loose gravel. She was in it.. back.Back to the part of herself she’d buried when she married into the Blake family.Back to Sparrow.“Hang on,” she said under her breath, glancing at Alexander in the mirror, his head resting in Darius’s lap as the man tried to stop the bleeding.“He’s fading,” Darius warned. “We’ve got fifteen min
The air turned electric as Darius’s boots pounded the forest floor, his rifle cradled tight against his shoulder. His men moved ahead of him like shadows, silent, fast, lethal.Their coordinated breaths were drowned out by the distant echoes of gunfire erupting from the estate.Alexander was still fighting.He was alive.But for how long?“Alpha to all units,” Darius growled into his earpiece, “entry on my mark. Hostile count is high. Primary objective, get Alexander out alive. Secondary level anyone who tries to stop us.”“Copy that,” came a chorus of calm, battle hardened voices.Behind him, the night swallowed his words.But not all of it.He turned briefly, his sharp gaze locking onto Sarah, who stood beside the black SUV Darius had arrived in. Her body trembled, her eyes red from tears, but she had not collapsed.She hadn’t fallen apart.And that, Darius admired deeply.“Can you drive?” he asked, voice hard but not unkind.Sarah blinked, startled. “What?”“If this goes south, we’
SarahShe sat on the floor, trembling hands curled around a piece of porcelain, a broken teacup she’d stashed away after a “servant” delivered tea hours ago.The sharp edge glittered in her shaking grip.She was pale.Her lips cracked from dehydration. Her dress hung off her like it didn’t belong to her anymore. Her eyes were void. Empty.As if she was no longer here.“Just one cut,” she whispered to herself. “Just one cut and I’ll see him again.”She looked up, eyes glassy, smile fragile, as if she could see someone standing in front of her already.“Alexander,” she breathed to the ghost in her mind. “I’m sorry I didn’t wait. I couldn’t. I’m just... so tired…”She raised the shard to her wrist.And a hand caught her.Real. Warm. Strong.Her eyes widened in horror and disbelief. “No…”She turned, and for a heartbeat, she didn’t believe it.But he was there.Kneeling before her.Alexander.His chest heaving from the run. Dirt on his clothes. Gun holstered at his side. Eyes red, wild, b
Alexander hadn’t slept.He couldn’t.His mind was a storm of fury, grief, and determination, all tightly leashed beneath the sharp cut of his suit and the red ring around his eyes that hadn’t dulled since Sarah was taken.The private jet cut across the clouds like a missile, Darius seated across from him, tablet in hand, phone to his ear, speaking in rapid fire to his tech team.“She’s still alive,” Alexander muttered under his breath. Not to Darius. Not even to himself. To the universe. As if daring it to prove him wrong. “She has to be.”Darius finally looked up. “We caught a break. One of Gerald’s men paid a contact to move a chopper from that warehouse. The payment route was unusual, and we traced it to a shell company under a different alias… all leading to one place.”He tapped on the screen and turned it to Alexander.An isolated property on the southern coast. Hills. Forest. A private airstrip nearby. No neighbors for miles.Gerald’s new hideout.“You think he’s keeping her th
Alexander pulled at the collar of his coat, suffocating from the weight of regret.When she had insisted he save Raven, he thought he was doing the right thing.He believed that was what Sarah would want. But now, the decision clawed at his chest like poison.He imagined her now, alone, terrified, thinking he was dead. Thinking he’d abandoned her.And that killed him.With trembling fingers, he grabbed his phone and called the only man he trusted in a crisis this dire.“Pick up,” he growled.The line clicked.“Darius,” Alexander said, his voice steely. “They took her. Gerald, he has her. He flew her out in a chopper. I need you to mobilize everything. I don’t care what you’re doing, who you’re with, drop it. Get me a flight path. Scramble every contact you have in surveillance, air traffic, satellites, everything.”Darius’s voice was sharp, ready. “On it.”“And send a second team. Heavy artillery. No questions. I want Gerald hunted down like the rat he is.”“Consider it done.”Alexand