The Failed Escape Get in the car, now! Alexanders voice was sharp, urgent.
The car engine roared as he leaned across the passenger seat, throwing the door open.
Rain pounded against the pavement, the cold night air thick with danger.
Elena ran.
Her heels clattered against the slick pavement as she sprinted down the dark alley behind Rafaels penthouse.
She had slipped out through the service exit, her heart hammering so hard it felt like it would break her ribs.
Every step felt like a lifetime.
Every shadow felt like eyes watching.
Just a few more feet.
Just a few more seconds.
She could see Alexanders car, the door open, the headlights cutting through the darkness like a beacon.Freedom.
Then, out of nowhere, a hand closed around her wrist.
She barely had time to scream before she was yanked backward, her body slamming against a hard chest.
No! she gasped, struggling, kicking.
A second man grabbed her, his arms locking around her waist like iron.
She twisted, trying to break free, but it was useless.
Elena! Alexander was out of the car, running toward her.
A fist crashed into his jaw before he could reach her.
Nostop! Elena cried, thrashing in their grip.
Alexander stumbled, catching himself against the wet pavement.
Blood dripped from his lip, his eyes wild with panic as he lunged againonly for another blow to send him crashing to the ground.
Let me go! Elena screamed, her voice breaking.
The men didnt listen.
They dragged her backward, her heels scraping against the asphalt as she fought, her nails digging into their skin.
She was so close.
So close.
Alexander! He pushed himself up, eyes locking on hers.
Elena! he choked out, his voice raw.
The last thing she saw before they shoved her into the black SUV was Alexanders face, filled with helpless rage.
The car ride was silent except for Elenas ragged breathing.
She sat stiffly in the backseat, her wrists aching from where the men had grabbed her.
The city lights blurred past the tinted windows, each mile taking her further from the escape she had almost had.
The door opened the second they pulled into the private garage beneath Rafaels penthouse.
Two men hauled her out before she could react, dragging her through the marble hallway and into the lavish living room she had come to hate.
Then she saw him.
Rafael stood by the window, a glass of whiskey in his hand.
He didnt look surprised.

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If anything, he looked amused.
He turned slowly, his dark eyes sweeping over her disheveled dress, her heaving chest, the red marks on her skin.
Then, with a slow, deliberate stride, he closed the distance between them.
Elena refused to speak first.
Rafael reached out, tilting her chin up with two fingers.
His touch was soft, almost gentlelike he was handling something delicate.
Something breakable.
You thought I wouldnt see this coming? he murmured, smirking.
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