Gunshots continued to crack through the night air like deadly fireworks, each sharp report sending fresh jolts of terror straight through Elena’s already frayed nerves. She pressed her back harder against the locked cabin door, chest heaving, the metallic taste of fear thick on her tongue.
The luxury yacht that had felt like a floating sanctuary only minutes earlier was now a floating battlefield.
Damien’s powerful roar echoed from the upper deck, followed by the thunder of returning gunfire. Glass shattered somewhere above. A man screamed in agony, the sound cutting off abruptly.
“Find the girl! Christian wants her alive if possible!”
The voice belonged to Victor, one of Christian’s most trusted associates, the same man who had raised a champagne glass at their engagement party months
