Chapter 51
Emily’s POV
Nina’s ragged breathing echoed beside me as I tugged helplessly at the ropes binding my wrists. My skin burned from the roughness of the rope, but the pain was nothing compared to the knot of fear twisting in my gut.
I glanced over at Nina, who was tied to a chair next to me. Her eyes were wide with panic, darting around the room in search of a way out. I wished I could reassure her, tell her everything would be okay–but I wasn’t even sure myself.
“Why did you take Nina too?” I finally asked, my voice hoarse from the hours of silence, or maybe it was the terror that had gripped me since waking up tied to this chair. I didn’t know what to expect, but my mind screamed with the possibilities. They had me, I was the target–what could they possibly want with Nina?
The blond kidnapper–who had been lounging near the door with a look of complete indifference–turned his cold gaze on me. He chuckled, as if my question amused him. “More money, sweetheart. Two girls? Twice the payday.” His voice was laced with a sinister edge, and his grin sent chills down my spine.
Nina blinked in confusion, her eyes darting to the figure sitting a little further away. It was Frank. “Frank?” she stammered, her voice trembling with a mix of disbelief and hope. “Why is he here? Is he here to save us?”
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The kidnapper’s grin widened as he let out a mocking laugh. “Save you?” he sneered, his eyes glinting with twisted amusement. “Sweetheart, Frank isn’t here to save you. Frank’s the boss.”
The words hit me like a punch to the gut. I stared at him, my world. spinning as disbelief and confusion warred inside me. I shot a glance at Nina, who sat frozen in shock..
“What…?” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “No, no, that can’t be right.” Her voice cracked as she struggled to make sense of it. “Frank wouldn’t do this.”
But even as she spoke, doubt flickered in her eyes. My heart pounded in my chest, and I could feel the ground crumbling beneath me. Frank was the boss? The one orchestrating everything? I shook my head, refusing to believe it. Frank had been my rock, my safe place. There had to be another explanation.
“I… I don’t believe you,” I spat, more to myself than to him. I wanted to cling to the idea that Frank was still the good man I thought he was, the man who had been there for me when I felt so lost.
My mind scrambled for an answer–maybe Frank had an evil twin, or maybe it was all some twisted joke, some elaborate scheme to tear us. apart. None of this could have been done by him. Not Frank.
My heart lurched as Frank stepped into the room. His face was calm, unreadable, and it sent a jolt of cold dread through me.
He didn’t rush over to free us; he didn’t plead with the kidnappers to let
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us go. He simply walked forward, his eyes locked on me, not a hint of remorse in them.
“Frank…” I choked, my throat tightening. “Why“?” My voice broke, and the question hung in the air like a heavy cloud. I needed answers–no, I needed an explanation, a reason that would make all of this make sense.
He ignored me at first, turning to the kidnapper. The blond man handed. Frank a knife with a nod, and Frank took it without hesitation. He moved closer, the blade gleaming in his hand as he approached me.
Tears welled in my eyes. “Why?” I asked again, my voice a desperate plea now. “If you were using me this whole time, why did you make me fall in love with you? Why did you make me believe we had something real?” My voice broke, and the tears spilled down my cheeks. “We were going to move in together. You made me feel safe, Frank. You… you made me believe I could love again. And now this?”
I searched his face for something–remorse, guilt, anything that might show me that the Frank I had known wasn’t completely gone. But hist expression remained cold, distant. I felt my heart shatter into pieces as the realization hit me: this had been a lie. Everything.
The blond kidnapper chuckled, his voice grating on my raw nerves. “You” re pathetic,” he sneered, his eyes narrowing with disgust. “Just a stupid bitch who fell for the wrong guy.
Before I could even process the insult, Frank turned without a word and pulled out a gun from his jacket. The sharp click of the safety being released echoed through the room, and then, without hesitation, Frank
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shot the blond man in the head. Blood splattered the walls, and the man’s body crumpled to the floor.
Nina screamed, her voice shrill with terror. “No! Frank, don’t do this! Please, don’t kill us!” Her eyes were wide with panic, her body trembling against the ropes.
Frank didn’t look at her. His eyes were locked on mine, cold and unfeeling, as he pointed the gun directly at me. My chest heaved as I struggled to breathe. “Frank… please…” I whispered, feeling the final thread of hope slip through my fingers.
But there was nothing left to say. I could see it in his eyes–this was it. There was no going back. He had played his game, and now it was over. I squeezed my eyes shut, my heart racing. “Just do it!” I shouted, my voice. trembling with fear and rage. “End it, Frank. End it all.”
The silence was deafening. I heard the soft click of the trigger being pulled back. My body tensed, waiting for the end. The only thing I felt was the overwhelming heartbreak. How could someone I loved do this to me?
And then, the gunshot rang out.
