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Makes sense now.
I nod at Addison as she takes the lead, her brisk pace matching the urgency of the situation.
"We’re going to take you to the station. Let you get cleaned up…" Vin's words trail off as I shake my head vehemently in refusal. The thought of wasting even a moment on anything other than finding Posey feels like a betrayal.
"I don't think so," I assert firmly, my resolve unyielding.
Vin exhales audibly, his frustration palpable. I can see the conflict in his eyes—he doesn't want to argue with me, but he knows I won't budge unless it's to save Posey.
Addison arches a brow, her expression a mix of impatience and determination. "Let's just go. We can't waste time," she insists, her voice cutting through the tension.
Vin exchanges a glance with her before turning back to me. "You heard her. Let's go," he says, his tone gentle yet firm.
I follow them out of the hotel room, my heart pounding in my chest like a drumbeat of desperation. With each step, the weight of the situation settles heavily on my shoulders.
Now that I have Posey, I can't afford to lose her. Every second counts, and I'll do whatever it takes to bring her back safe and sound.
Chapter 28
Posey
"Let me go," I shout at the man driving the large black van, my voice trembling with a mixture of fear and defiance. I know exactly what this is—a nightmare unfolding in real-time. They're about to sell me off to some faceless buyer, and there's not a damn thing I can do to stop it.
The only shred of defiance I cling to is the knowledge that I'm no longer a virgin. It's my own small victory, a little fuck you aimed squarely at Bane.
My hands are bound tightly behind my back, rendering me powerless. Surprisingly, there's no bag over my head like in the movies. These men don't care if I know where we're going. They’re confident they’ll never be caught.
But my heart aches for Ledger. Is he okay? Did they kill him? The thought sends a shiver down my spine, and tears threaten to spill from my eyes. No, I can't afford to think that way. I have to believe he's alive—because the alternative is too unbearable to even imagine.
I struggle against my restraints, knowing deep down it's futile. It's a hopeless situation, but I'll keep fighting until my last breath. And if I'm sold to some rich asshole, I'll fight him too. I'd rather die than surrender to someone I don't love.
"We're here," the driver announces to his accomplice in the back of the van, his voice devoid of emotion.
I twist my body to catch a glimpse of our surroundings through the window. The docks. My heart lurches in my chest as I spot a looming cargo ship in the distance. It feels surreal, like a scene ripped from a nightmare.
But this is reality, and there's no escaping the cruel fate that awaits me. I refuse to shed a single tear for these despicable men. My hatred for Bane burns hotter than ever, a consuming fire that threatens to consume me from within.
My thoughts briefly stray to my father, wondering if he’s safe. But I know deep down that Bane will find him—he always does.
Bane's triumph is a bitter pill to swallow, leaving me empty of everything I hold dear in this world. My heart aches with a raw, gnawing pain as I grapple with the enormity of my loss.
Once more, my thoughts are drawn inexorably to Ledger, and this time the floodgates of my grief burst open. Tears stream down my cheeks unchecked, mingling with the salty spray of the sea air.
"Let me go," I shout again, my voice cracking with desperation, though I know it's a pointless plea. These men have no intention of granting my freedom. It's a harsh reality—one that no amount of defiance can change.
In moments like these, one might be tempted to utter rebellious words of defiance, to declare that justice will prevail. But this isn't a movie script. There's no heroic last-minute rescue waiting in the wings. This is my life now—a cruel twist of fate that I'm powerless to escape.
As the reality of my fate sinks in, I cry not only for what I've lost but also for the life I yearn for—a life I could have had with Ledger. I mourn for the dreams we shared, now shattered beyond repair.
I imagine it all with painful clarity.
The wedding we would have shared.
The deep well of love between us.
The joy of raising a family together.
It's a vision of happiness that now feels impossibly distant, forever out of reach.