Chapter 120 Tomorrow
“And right now, it’s the only reason we have a chance. For the past year I could not get a read on her, I tried every way but it seemed she was kept somewhere deep underground, too dense for a signal. But by the looks of things she has been moved”
My attention snapped back to the dot. “So what does this mean?”
“It means,” he said slowly, “they are preparing to move her.”
Cold dread settled into my bones. “Human trafficking,” he added bluntly. “If they haven’t already sold her, they’re about to.”
My stomach dropped. “No…” I whispered.
“We don’t have much time,” he continued. “If she’s still here, we have less than a month. If she’s moved…” He didn’t finish.
He didn’t have to. I stood abruptly. “We won’t fail,” I said, my voice hard, unwavering. “Tell me what we need to do.”
Something flickered in his eyes—approval.
“First,” he said, reaching into his bag and pulling out a case, “you’ll need this.”
He opened it, a gun. I picked it up without hesitation, the weight familiar in my hand.
Balanced, efficient, deadly. “You’ve used one before?” he asked.
I smirked faintly, checking the chamber. “Enough.”
The memories surfaced—dark, unwanted—but I shoved them aside.
Right now, they didn’t matter.
Only she did. “We leave in three days,” he said, laying out a rough plan. “We scout the area, identify entry points, and strike when we’re ready.”
“Make it sooner,” I said immediately.
He paused. I gestured to the screen, the blinking dot. It looked… weaker, fainter. “Why is it doing that?” I asked, a sudden unease creeping in.
Thomas followed my gaze.
And then— His expression changed. "...No.”
My chest tightened. “What?”
He rushed forward, typing rapidly into the system. “What does that mean?” I pressed, my voice rising.
He looked up at me. And for the first time— I saw fear in his eyes. “It’s her heartbeat,” he said.
Everything inside me froze. “And it’s fading.”
The words hit like a gunshot. My ears rang, my vision blurred. “She’s…” My voice broke. “She’s dying?”
He didn’t sugarcoat it. “She doesn’t have much time.” Something primal surged through me.
Fear, rage and desperation. All at once.
“No,” I snapped, shaking my head. “No, no—she’s not dying.”
But the screen didn’t lie. That faint, blinking red light… It looked like it could disappear at any second. I grabbed the edge of the desk, grounding myself. “We’re not waiting three days,” I said, my voice deadly calm now. “We leave tomorrow.”
Thomas hesitated for only a second.
Then he nodded. “Tomorrow,” he agreed.
My gaze locked onto the screen again.
On her. “Hold on, tesoro…” I whispered under my breath, my chest tightening painfully. “Just a little longer.”
Because this time— I wasn’t letting her slip through my hands again.
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“What?” I asked, dumbfounded, my voice barely above a whisper as my eyes widened in disbelief. The word tore out of me like something fragile breaking apart.
Thomas didn’t answer immediately.
“She’s been moved… and…” he trailed off, his voice thick, his gaze heavy with something I didn’t want to name. Instead, he handed me the tablet.
My hands felt numb as I took it from him.
I looked down.
And everything inside me collapsed.
The red light, it wasn’t blinking anymore. It was gone, gone. My breath hitched violently, my chest tightening as though an invisible hand had wrapped around it and squeezed. “No…” I whispered, my fingers trembling against the edges of the device. “No, no, no…”
My knees buckled beneath me.
I hit the ground hard, but I didn’t feel it.
All I could see was that empty space on the screen where her life had once flickered.
“This can’t be,” I muttered over and over again, my voice breaking, cracking under the weight of something too heavy to carry. My hands moved to my head, clutching at my hair, dragging harshly at the strands as if pain could wake me up from this nightmare.
“She can’t be gone…”
My vision blurred as tears filled my eyes, spilling over before I could stop them. I looked up at Thomas, desperation clawing its way through my chest. His own eyes were glassy, filled with something dangerously close to grief.
“Say something,” I rasped. “Tell me this isn’t real.”
“She can’t be gone,” he said quickly, stepping forward, his voice urgent—too urgent. “She could be at the brink, Damien… or they might have found the tracker and removed it. That’s possible. Think positively. Please.”
But even as he spoke, it sounded like he was trying to convince himself. Not me, my chest rose and fell unevenly as I dragged in a shaky breath. The grief twisted into something darker—something sharper.
Rage.
Cold, calculated, deadly. “We move out today,” I said slowly, my voice dropping into something unfamiliar, something hollow. I pushed myself to my feet, my legs unsteady but driven by something far stronger than strength. “I’m going to kill whoever took the love of my life away from me.”
My grip tightened around the tablet until my knuckles turned white. “I will find them,” I continued, my voice low, venom dripping from every word. “And I will make them beg for death before I grant it.”
Thomas didn’t interrupt.
“I’ll make them feel fear,” I went on, my lips curling slightly. “The kind that seeps into your bones… that rots you from the inside out. I’ll drag out every scream, every cry, every ounce of suffering they’re capable of.”
My gaze lifted to meet his. “And I will enjoy it.”
He nodded slowly, solemnly.
The room fell silent.
The weight of everything pressed down on me until even breathing felt like a chore.
My hands dropped to my sides, lifeless.
My heart… it felt numb. Empty. Like something vital had been ripped out and there was nothing left but a hollow shell. Would I really never see her again? Never get to hold her? Never get to really, truly marry her?
Then—
My phone rang.
The sound cut through the silence sharply, pulling me out of the abyss I was sinking into.
I didn’t even think. I pulled it out and answered, pressing it to my ear.“Speak,” I commanded coldly.
There was a pause.