No one is Safe
612 Words
Chapter 15 — No One Is Safe
The drive back from the marina felt different.
Not quieter.
Heavier.
Amara sat rigidly in the passenger seat, staring out of the window but not really seeing anything. Her mind kept replaying the footage in loops she couldn’t stop.
Chike fighting.
The men grabbing him.
The final moment he disappeared.
Her fingers curled tightly against her palm until it hurt.
Dami didn’t interrupt her silence.
But he kept glancing at her.
Once.
Twice.
Like he was monitoring something fragile.
Finally, Amara spoke without looking at him.
“If your company is involved in this…” her voice cracked slightly, “then I was living inside the enemy’s house without knowing.”
Dami’s grip on the steering wheel tightened.
“We don’t know that yet.”
“We saw your security watch,” she snapped.
A beat of silence.
Then Dami said quietly, “Yes. We did.”
That honesty made her turn toward him.
His expression was controlled, but not distant. Something in him had shifted since the marina. Less CEO. More… something else.
“Then why aren’t you reacting more?” she asked.
“I am.”
“You don’t look like it.”
Dami exhaled slowly. “Because reacting emotionally doesn’t fix anything.”
Amara laughed bitterly. “Of course it doesn’t. Nothing ever does.”
That made him glance at her again.
This time longer.
“Amara,” he said carefully, “you need to understand something.”
“I’m listening.”
“This is bigger than my company now.”
Her stomach tightened.
He continued.
“If there’s an internal breach at executive level, it means access, planning, and protection from inside. People like that don’t act randomly.”
Amara looked away again, her voice barely steady. “So what do they want?”
Dami paused.
Then answered honestly.
“Control.”
A cold silence followed.
The car moved through Lagos traffic, horns blaring faintly in the distance, life continuing as if nothing had changed.
But for them, everything already had.
Amara suddenly whispered, “Do you think my brother is still alive?”
Dami didn’t hesitate.
“Yes.”
The certainty in his voice made her turn back to him.
“How can you be so sure?”
“Because if they wanted him dead,” he said, eyes forward again, “we would’ve already found a body.”
The words should have comforted her.
Instead, they made her chest tighten painfully.
Because being alive didn’t mean safe.
It meant being somewhere she couldn’t reach.
The car slowed as they approached the penthouse.
But before Dami could park properly, his phone rang.
Once.
Then again.
He picked up immediately.
“Yes.”
A pause.
Amara watched his face change instantly.
Not fear.
Not panic.
Focus sharpening into something dangerous.
“Repeat that,” he said coldly.
Another pause.
Then—
His jaw clenched hard.
“I’m on my way.”
He ended the call.
Amara straightened. “What happened?”
Dami didn’t answer immediately.
Instead, he looked at her for a long second.
And what he said next changed everything.
“They broke into my private archive room.”
Amara froze.
“That’s impossible.”
“It’s not.”
He stepped out of the car.
Amara followed quickly.
“Dami—what did they take?”
He looked at her.
And for the first time since this began…
his voice dropped lower.
“Everything tied to my past operations.”
A pause.
Then the final blow.
“And they left a message.”
Amara’s breath hitched. “What message?”
Dami held her gaze.
“They wrote your name.”
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