Chapter <b>321 </b>
Vivian’s face went pale in an instant,
“Is in the Jaspers ?” she cried “Are they here to kill me?
Before <b>she </b>could get another word out, one of the men outside smashed through the windshield with brute force.
“Miss Xander, I’ll hold them off–run!” Patrick shouted, then charged out of the car and threw himself into the <b>f </b>
Tight
Vin yanked the door open, kicked off her heels, and took off running asst in she could,
But the men Sean had sent this time were no ordinary thugs. They were professional mercenaries, seasoned and Jethal, trained overseas and kept on standby for years.
Patrick, despite being a highly skilled bodyguard, didn’t stand a chance.
He was quickly taken down,
Two bullets hit him–one in the thigh, the other in the upper an. Wood soaked the ground around him.
The leader gave a coldmand. “Patch him up. There’s no <b>need </b>to kill him.”
Momentster, a blond mercenary from Antis dragos <b>Vivian </b>over. “Got ler.”
<b>She </b>kicked and failed wildly, screaming in fury: “Let me go! You bastards–let me go!”
Smack<b>! </b>
The leader pped her hard across the fare. Mood welled at the corner of her mouth as her cheek turned a burning red.
“Shut up. Make another sound <b>and </b>I’ll rip your tongue out.
His voice wasn’t lood, but it carried weight and cruelty.
Stunned by the blow and shaken by the threat, Vivian wentpletely still.
She mped her mouth slut, too terrified to keep fighting
They hadn’t killed her yet which meant Sean probably hadn’t ordered her death.
At least, not for now. Their goal was likely to capture her, not extente her
Without another word, the men bound her hands and feet, taped her mouth shut, and shoved a ck canvas bag over her head before throwing her into the back of the pickup truck.
The ride was long and bumpy. She didn’t know how much time had passed before the truck flitally came to a stop.
Rough hands lifted her again. After a short walk, she was tossed to the ground like a sack of trash
The floor beneath her was cold, hard metal. Pain shot through her body the moment shended, and it felt like her bones were about to shatter,
Her hip mmed down with a dull thud, drawing cold sweat <b>from </b>her forehead.
Mouth still taped shut, <b>Vivian </b>couldn’t scream.
Terror gripped her chest, and her whole body trembled uncontrobly,
Footsteps approached
A zipper <b>rasped </b>open above her head.
The bag was yanked off. Her hair was a mess, and her eyes were wide with panic. All she could <b>do </b>was let out muffled whimpers through the tape- Mmmph! Mmmph!“–pure terror etched across her face.
A man crouched in front of her with a twisted grin. “The boss told me to let you breathe,” he <b>said</b>. “The didn’t want you suffocating<b>. </b>Said it’d be too much
His eyes roamed over her with undispusedst.
“You’ve got a nice face, I’ll give you that. Shame I can’t touch you yet. If I could, I’d ruin you right here.”
Vivian’s face turned ghostly white. She shrank back, trembling from head to tor
The <b>man </b>finally left. In the silence that followed<b>, </b>she could hear the sound of waves.
Through a tiny, grated window, she caught a glimpse of the ocean.
That was when she realized that <b>she </b>was on a ship
The vessel rocked and swayed, making her dizzy and nauseous.
She had never been on a ship like this before, and the motion sickness hit her hard<b>. </b>She threw up messily on the metal floor.
No one came to clean it.
The stench of vomit filled the sealed room, and soon she was sold in it. The smell clung to her hair, her clothes, her skin.
“Sean… do you really hate <b>me </b><b>that </b>much?
“You actually <b>had </b>them throw me onto a ship like this to drag me back.
“Do I really mean nothing <b>to </b>you anymore?” she wondered
Curled in a corner, arms wrapped tightly around her knees, Vivian began <b>to </b>cry–silently at first, then uncontrobly.
Later that night, the door creaked open, and someone tossed something inside.
“Here Cover up. Don’t freeze to death.”
The man threw the <b>item </b>in <b>and </b>shut the door behind him.
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