The ship was no longer the luxury vessel it had been hours ago—it was chaos. Screams echoed through the hallways, accompanied by the sound of gunfire and shattering glass. The elegant halls, once symbols of opulence, were now battlegrounds smeared with blood and desperation.
Ethan gritted his teeth as he slammed a guard’s head into the wall, the dull c***k vibrating through his arm. His shirt clung to him, torn and drenched in sweat and blood—some his, some not. He turned sharply, knife in hand, cutting down another man charging him with a crowbar. Every breath burned, his earlier wounds screaming in protest, but he couldn’t stop. Not when everything was unravelling.
His earpiece crackled, and then Daniel’s voice cut through the noise. “Ethan. Ethan! Where are you? Lia’s—she’s been taken
