The Price Of Freedom
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Chapter Eleven: The Price of Freedom
The room felt suffocating.
Amina stood close to Daniel, her hand instinctively finding his. He held it tightly, as if letting go would mean losing her forever.
A man stepped forward from the shadows.
Older. Powerful. Dangerous.
“You’ve caused quite a problem, Daniel,” he said calmly.
Daniel’s grip tightened. “This has nothing to do with her.”
The man’s gaze shifted to Amina. It was cold, calculating.
“Everything you love becomes our business,” he replied.
Amina felt a chill run through her body.
“Let her go,” Daniel demanded. “I’ll do whatever you want.”
Amina turned to him sharply. “No! Don’t say that!”
Daniel ignored her, his focus fixed on the man. “I’ll come back. I’ll work for you again. Just leave her out of it.”
Silence filled the room.
The man studied him carefully, then smiled faintly.
“You always did have a weakness,” he said. “But this time… it might cost you more than you’re willing to give.”
Daniel didn’t hesitate. “I don’t care.”
Amina’s eyes filled with tears. “I do!”
She stepped in front of him. “You don’t get to sacrifice yourself like that. Not again.”
Daniel’s voice softened. “Amina…”
“No,” she said firmly, despite the fear inside her. “We find another way. Together.”
The man chuckled quietly. “There is no ‘together’ in this world.”
A pause.
Then his expression hardened.
“Here’s the deal,” he said. “Daniel returns to us—completely. No resistance. No escape.”
“And her?” Daniel asked.
The man glanced at Amina.
“She walks away… alive.”
The words hung in the air.
Amina felt her heart shatter.
Because she already knew what Daniel would choose.
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