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Suzanne glared at Deborah with rage, unable to understand why a woman like her would ally with a scoundrel like Richard Quirrell.

Deborah had explained that she had suffered greatly from Nathan’s rejection and that punishing his beloved was a way to feel fulfilled, in addition to the many millions Richard offered her.

Even so, Suzanne couldn’t fathom a mind so twisted and full of vengeance as this red-haired woman’s.

“You still have more to discover,” Deborah said, stroking Suzanne’s cheek, but the tenderness didn’t last long as she grabbed her hair. “And worse things are coming for you, bitch.”

“You’re hurting me,” Suzanne complained.

“And it’s nothing compared to the pain I want to inflict on you,” Deborah replied, roughly letting go.

Deborah left the room, and Maurice entered. Suzanne pulled the sheets up to cover herself, his gaze filling her with fear. She just wanted to be left alone.

“So, you know everything now,” Maurice leaned against the door.

“Go away,” she said firmly. “I’m not in the mood to talk.”

He walked over and yanked the sheet off her body. She glared at him, thankful that she had managed to free her hands from the ropes.

She ran toward the bathroom, but he was quicker, grabbing her by the waist and throwing her onto the bed, pinning her down.

“Get off me!” she shouted, pushing him.

“You’d better stay calm,” he said, pinning her hands above her head. “Damn, you’re perfect.”

“You’re disgusting!” Suzanne screamed.

He started kissing her neck, and she tried to push him off, but it was useless—he was stronger than her.

Suddenly, voices and the sound of police sirens filled the filthy place, alerting everyone.

“Nathan…” she whispered.

“This can’t be,” Maurice muttered, and in that instant, she kneed him in the groin. “You bitch!”

Suzanne pushed him off with the little strength she had left, but Maurice grabbed her hair and dragged her to the floor.

“Do you think you’re getting away that easily?”

Suzanne looked at him in confusion and screamed in pain as he plunged a knife into her right thigh.

“That’s what you get, you damn bitch.”

He pulled out the knife and left her alone, crying out in pain. Suzanne couldn’t move her leg; it hurt like hell.

She tried to stand, but fell again, worsening her injury.

She started sweating, losing a lot of blood, so she crawled towards the door of the room.

“Suzanne…”

She looked up but saw nothing; the voice sounded familiar.

“Get me out of here,” she whispered. “Please…”

“Stay calm,” the voice said.

“My leg…” she complained of the pain. “It hurts so much.”

“Try to stay conscious,” the voice said, lifting her into their arms.

She tried to stay awake, but her body wasn’t cooperating; her strength was fading fast.

“W-who are you?” she asked, half unconscious.

“You’re safe now, dear,” the voice whispered.

That was the last thing she heard.

***

Night fell quickly, and Jarek found himself in the back of a vehicle, heading towards the house where Suzanne was being held captive.

The silence inside the car was oppressive, broken only by the murmurs of the men discussing the entry strategy.

When they arrived, Jarek observed the house from a distance. It was an old, dilapidated building surrounded by dense forest. The lights were off, and everything seemed quiet, but he knew Richard and his men might be waiting.

“Divide into teams,” Jarek ordered. “Enter carefully and make sure not to harm Suzanne and the children.”

The men nodded and began to move. Jarek followed them, his heart pounding in his chest. He felt more alive than he had in years, driven by the need to protect his family.

Jarek arrived at the house with a sense of urgency that twisted his stomach.

The men moved quickly around the property, searching every corner for Suzanne and the children.

Reports came in over the radios, each one more disheartening than the last.

“Sir, we’ve checked the basement. There’s no sign of the girl or the babies,” one of the guards reported.

Jarek clenched his fists, feeling frustration build up in his chest. The house was nearly empty, with only a few old pieces of furniture and empty boxes scattered on the floor.

He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. How could someone always be a step ahead?

“Damn it!” he muttered through gritted teeth, running his hands through his gray hair.

The anxiety weighed heavily on his chest. He didn’t know who was behind this, who could anticipate his moves with such precision.

Could Richard Quirrell have an undercover spy among his men? The thought horrified him.

“Sir, the police are on their way,” one of his men informed him, looking worried. “We’ve combed the entire area and there’s no sign of the girl, let alone the babies.”

Jarek felt a knot in his stomach. He was about to curse, but instead, he took a deep breath, trying to maintain his composure.

“Withdraw immediately,” he ordered, his voice firm even though his insides were in turmoil.

As they headed back in his limousine, Jarek was sweating cold. The city lights passed quickly by the windows, but he barely noticed them.

His mind was swirling with thoughts. Who had rescued Suzanne? No one came to mind. He couldn’t find peace knowing that she and the children were still in danger.

Suddenly, his phone rang, pulling him out of his thoughts. Seeing the screen, he felt his heart stop.

“What’s happening?” he answered, his voice more tremulous than he would have liked.

“Sir, Nathan has escaped. He attacked the nurse and one of the guards. Most of them had gone to rescue Suzanne,” one of his men reported.
“Damn it, Nathan! Why do you have to complicate things now?” Jarek muttered through clenched teeth, feeling the pressure building in his head.

The situation was desperate. He had two rescues to make before Richard could get his hands on them.

It was a difficult and tricky situation, and Jarek knew he would have to use all his ingenuity to come out victorious. Richard had learned tricks in prison and had allied himself with even worse people.

But Jarek wasn’t going to be intimidated. He was determined to rescue his family, even if he had to kill that damned criminal with his own hands.

“Elias, put all our men on high alert,” Jarek said, his voice regaining some of its usual coldness. “We can’t afford any more mistakes.”

“Understood, sir,” Elias replied, nodding firmly.

As the limousine drove through the city, Jarek stared out the window, his thoughts on Suzanne and the children.

He wouldn’t rest until he knew they were safe. The image of Richard Quirrell appeared in his mind once again, fueling his determination.

“I’m going to take him down,” he vowed silently. “No matter the cost, my family won’t suffer because of him.”

With that resolve, Jarek prepared for the next battle, knowing the path would be difficult but hoping that, in the end, he could save his loved ones.