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Atwell hesitates, the pliers poised in midair as he considers my words.
For a moment, I dare to hope that I've bought myself some time, maybe even a chance at freedom.
"Interesting," he says finally, his voice devoid of emotion.
"But it changes nothing. If anything, it only makes your death more necessary. Anthony would be so damaged by what I've done to you, his revenge on his father would only multiply."
"Please," I plead again, tears streaming down my face.
"I'll do anything. Just don't…"
"Silence!" he snaps, his patience clearly wearing thin.
"Your pathetic attempts to bargain for your life are becoming tiresome. Now, hold still."
The cold metal of the pliers presses against my finger, and I can't suppress the sob that escapes my lips.
The world narrows to this moment, this unbearable anticipation of pain.
I wish my hands were free so I could cradle my belly.
"I love you," I whisper, to my womb. If I die tonight, I will meet my baby in heaven.
"Let's see if he'll still love you when I'm done with you," Atwell sneers as he tightens his grip on the pliers and begins to squeeze.
Chapter 26
Anthony
Igripthesteeringwheel tightly, my knuckles white as I weave through the dark forested highway, following Agent Miller's GPS coordinates.
The urgency to find Diana consumes me.
My heart races, pounding in my chest like a jackhammer.
If anything has happened to her...
"Damn it, Diana," I mutter under my breath, cursing myself for not being by her side when she needed me most.
Every second feels like an eternity as I push the car beyond its limits, tires screeching with every sharp turn.
My thoughts are interrupted by the sight of a wrecked Fed's car up ahead, lying crumpled and mangled on the side of the road.
Panic clutches at my chest, making it difficult to breathe.
"No, no, no," I chant, slamming the brakes and skidding to a halt.
"Please be okay," I whisper, praying for her safety as I throw open the door and rush towards the wreckage.
My mind races with worst-case scenarios, my heart aching with fear.
What if I'm too late?
What if Atwell has already hurt her?
If she's hurt, I swear, Atwell and Miller will both pay for laying a hand on her.
My heart hammers in my throat as I approach the wrecked car, scanning the shattered windows and twisted metal for any sign of Diana.
