Tied To The Billionaire's Heart

Chapter 2

The next morning, Ava woke up early and decided to take a walk around the city to clear her head. She had a lot to think about after the events of the previous night, and she needed some space to process everything.

As she walked, she found herself drawn to a small coffee shop on the corner of the street. The aroma of fresh coffee and pastries wafted out onto the sidewalk, and she couldn't resist the temptation to go inside.

As she stood in line, waiting to place her order, she heard a familiar voice behind her.

"Well, well, well. Look who it is."

Ava turned to see Alexander standing behind her, a smug expression on his face.

"What do you want?" she asked, her voice tense.

Alexander leaned in closer, his breath hot on her neck. "I just wanted to see if you were as beautiful in the morning as you were last night," he whispered.

Ava felt a wave of anger and disgust wash over her. She couldn't believe that this man dared to approach her again after the way he had acted the night before.

Before she could respond, a strong hand landed on her shoulder. She turned to see Max standing behind her, his eyes flashing with anger.

"Is there a problem here?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous.

Alexander chuckled. "No problem at all," he said, stepping back. "Just catching up with an old friend."

Max's grip on Ava's shoulder tightened. "She's not your friend," he said through gritted teeth. "And I suggest you keep your distance if you know what's good for you."

Alexander held up his hands in surrender. "As you wish," he said, before turning and walking out of the coffee shop.

Ava let out a shaky breath, feeling a mix of relief and fear. She couldn't shake the feeling that this encounter was just the beginning of a much larger battle, one that she wasn't sure she was prepared to face.

As Max led her out of the coffee shop and back onto the street, she felt a renewed sense of gratitude for his presence in her life. But she also knew that she couldn't rely on him to protect her all the time. She needed to learn how to navigate this world on her own, and she wasn't sure if she was up to the challenge.

As Ava and Max walked back to their hotel, Ava's mind raced with thoughts about Alexander. She couldn't shake the feeling that he was watching her, waiting for the right moment to strike.

When they reached the hotel, Max suggested that they spend the day exploring the city to take her mind off things. Ava agreed, grateful for the distraction.

As they walked through the bustling streets, Ava couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. She tried to push it to the back of her mind, but it lingered like a dark cloud over her head.

Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain in her side. She cried out in surprise and stumbled, her hand instinctively reaching for her side.

Max's arm shot out to catch her, his eyes scanning the crowd for any sign of danger.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice tense.

Ava nodded, still gasping for breath. She looked down to see a small dart embedded in her side, its tip still dripping with a clear liquid.

Max's eyes widened in alarm. "We need to get you to a hospital," he said, his voice urgent.

Ava felt her body grow weak as the effects of the poison took hold. She stumbled forward, barely able to keep her eyes open.

As Max helped her into a taxi, Ava's mind raced with questions. Who was behind this attack? And what did they want?

As they raced through the streets toward the hospital, Ava felt a sense of dread creeping over her. She knew that this was just the beginning of a much larger battle, and she wasn't sure if she was ready to face it. But one thing was clear: she couldn't do it alone. She needed Max by her side if she was going to make it out of this alive.

At the hospital, Ava was rushed into the emergency room, where a team of doctors and nurses worked frantically to save her life.

As she lay on the hospital bed, her mind wandered back to Alexander and the events that had led up to this moment. She couldn't shake the feeling that he was somehow behind the attack, but she had no proof.

Just then, the door to her room burst open, and a man dressed in black stepped inside. Ava's heart raced as she recognized the man from the coffee shop earlier.

"What do you want?" she asked, her voice weak.

The man walked over to her bedside and leaned in close. "I just wanted to make sure that you're feeling better," he said, his voice low and dangerous.

Ava felt a chill run down her spine. She knew that this man was not here to offer her well wishes. He was here to finish the job.

As she opened her mouth to scream, the man reached out and placed a hand over her mouth, cutting off her air supply.

Ava's eyes widened in terror as she struggled to breathe. She knew that she was about to die, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

Just then, the door burst open again, and Max rushed into the room, his gun drawn.

"Get away from her!" he yelled, his voice echoing through the hospital.

The man in black spun around, his eyes widening in surprise. He reached for his weapon, but it was too late. Max fired, and the man crumpled to the ground, dead.

Ava felt tears streaming down her face as Max rushed over to her side, his arms wrapping around her.

"It's okay," he whispered. "You're safe now."

But Ava knew that this was far from over. She had narrowly escaped death this time, but she knew that the real battle was just beginning.