Chapter 532
Chapter 532:
The leader turned to his men. After a short exchange, he stepped forward and yelled back, “Fine. Come down p>
Two hostages were better than one. And Ethan might just be their golden ticket to freedom.
As soon as they landed, Brenna and Ethan were surrounded. A ring of mercenaries closed in, rifles aimed straight at their heads.
The leader stepped forward, raised a megaphone, and barked at the chopper, “Drop the money and get out of here p>
His voice dripped with arrogance. Then, he laughed and looked Brenna up and down in front of Ethan. “Now this one is a real beauty. I hit the jackpot p>
A few thick-armed men moved toward Brenna. Clearly, they didn’t see her or Ethan as a threat. One of them even stretched out a hand toward Brenna’s face.
Before the person could lay a finger on her, there was a sharp crack.
Ethan had grabbed his wrist and snapped it.
The helicopter’s roar swallowed the man’s scream.
Above them, the aircraft hovered low over the gleaming deck of the yacht. A single shot rang out. The mercenary who had reached for Brenna dropped to the ground, a bullet lodged in his skull.
“No signs of life detected inside the backpack,” came the report through Brenna’s earpiece from the military.
Tears welled up in Brenna’s eyes, and her heart felt like it had been cracked open. Was Patrick really dead?
She stared at the black backpack, her thoughts spiraling. She pictured his final moments and felt a surge of fury rise inside her. Every part of her wanted revenge.
“Where is he?” she asked, her voice low and tight with emotion. Her hands curled into fists until her knuckles turned white. “I want to see Patrick p>
If these people had killed him, she would make sure they would drown in their own blood.
– 𝕃𝓮𝓰𝓲𝓽 𝓮𝓭𝓲𝓽 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶
But even in her rage, she refused to believe Patrick was gone, not until she saw his dead body with her own eyes.
The military rarely made mistakes. She knew that. Still, her thoughts clashed with what she wanted to believe. She locked her eyes on the backpack, refusing to look away. Patrick had to be alive.
Ethan, on the other hand, remained calm. He observed the backpack. It looked heavy, but the way the fabric bulged, sharp and uneven, was odd. If Patrick were inside, the shape should’ve been softer.
A thought tugged at him, but he couldn’t be sure.
He locked his gaze onto the leader. “Cut the crap. The hundred million is right here. Let me see the boy. Try anything, and you’ll be shot p>
Right on cue, gunfire thundered down from the chopper above. Bullets riddled the empty stretch of deck. The message was clear. Ethan was not bluffing.
Brenna flinched at the sound, her heart hammering against her chest. She couldn’t shake the fear that the backpack held nothing but a lifeless body.
“Hurry up!” she snapped, her voice cracking with desperation.