Chapter8
323 Words
When the past comes roaring back, running isn’t weakness, it’s survival.
Eva held Elijah’s hand firmly as they stepped out of the clinic late at night.
Maxwell walked beside them, eyes scanning the shadows. Trying to be on guard.
Suddenly, headlights flashed from a black SUV.
Before anyone could react, masked men jumped out and lunged.
“Elijah!” Eva screamed, pulling him back.
Maxwell shoved one attacker off, fists flying with brutal precision.
But there were too many.
One grabbed Eva from behind, a cloth pressed into her mouth.
Everything was blurred.
Eva woke up tied to a cold metal chair in a dim warehouse.
Her head throbbed. Elijah was nowhere in sight.
The kidnappers’ leader, a sharp-eyed man with a scar, paced in front of her.
“You’re going to give us what we want,” he said. “Or your son pays the price.”
Eva’s eyes burned with fury, but she kept her voice steady.
“I won’t betray Maxwell.”
“Maxwell is nothing now,” the man sneered. “Voss controls everything.”
Meanwhile, Maxwell was already hunting.
His team tracked the SUV to the warehouse.
He burst in, gun drawn.
Fighting was brutal and close.
Maxwell’s rage fueled him.
He freed Eva and found Elijah locked in a cage.
Tears streamed down Eva’s face as she hugged her son.
Maxwell stared at the leader, who snarled, “This isn’t over, Xavier.”
Maxwell raised his gun. “It is for you.”
Back at the penthouse, Eva cleaned Elijah’s scrapes while Maxwell paced.
“Why now?” she asked. “After all this time?”
Maxwell looked at her, exhausted but unbroken.
“They want to break us. To scare us. To silence the truth.”
Eva swallowed. “And if they come back?”
Maxwell held her hands.
“We fight. Together.”
When it was dawn, both knew the real war was just beginning.
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