From Mob Princess to Mugshot Photographer novel Chapter 54

**Chapter 18**

In the quiet aftermath of the explosive confrontation at the restaurant, Olivia found herself enveloped in an oppressive silence that felt almost suffocating. Days morphed into nights, and with each passing moment, a sinking realization settled in her chest—she hadn’t seen Alexander since that fateful evening. A pang of sorrow washed over her as she pondered the possibility that this time, he had truly moved on, finally severing the ties that had bound them in a tumultuous dance of love and pain.

Yet, tranquility has a way of being fleeting, especially when shadows loom large. On a night that felt heavier than most, after a grueling shift, the air was thick with an unsettling tension that prickled at her skin. Just as Ethan stepped away to catch his breath, a group of men surged from the darkness, seizing Olivia with brutal force. A hand clamped over her mouth, silencing her scream as they dragged her into the cold, unyielding confines of a van, the world outside slipping away.

When her surroundings came back into focus, she found herself in a desolate chemical plant. The flickering fluorescent bulbs overhead cast eerie, distorted shadows that danced across the rusted steel ceiling, creating a nightmarish landscape that sent chills down her spine.

Chained to the corroded pipes, Olivia felt the bite of the metal against her skin, her wrists raw and bleeding from the harsh restraints. Despite the pain radiating through her, she fought to regain her composure, her senses sharpening. Her lips were cracked, and a trickle of dried blood marred her temple, but her eyes glinted with fierce resolve, a spark of defiance ignited within her.

“Save your strength, sweetheart. You’re not going anywhere,” a voice taunted from the darkness, dripping with malice.

A masked figure crouched before her, the flat edge of his blade brushing against her cheek, a twisted grin creeping across his features.

“We’ve already sent a little invitation to your boyfriend. Now, we’re just waiting for the heroes to walk right into our trap,” he sneered, reveling in the power he wielded over her.

Olivia couldn’t help but smirk, her spirit unbroken. “Ethan’s not as stupid as you think.”

Meanwhile, the sky above the precinct was heavy with storm clouds, mirroring the turmoil brewing below. A chilling hostage video flickered to life on the screen, showcasing Olivia in chains, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.

“If you want her to live, Alexander Pierce comes alone,” the voice echoed ominously, sending a jolt of fear through Ethan.

His heart raced as he stared at Olivia’s pale visage on the screen, his knuckles turning white with tension. Guilt gnawed at him—this was his fault. He had let his guard down the night before, and now she was paying the price.

Shaking his head, he barked out orders, his voice steady despite the turmoil within: “Snipers and I will be on point. The bomb squad will seal the east exit.”

But Alexander, unable to contain himself, ripped off his tie and surged to his feet, determination etched into every line of his face.

“I’m going. They want me,” he declared, his voice low but fierce, a raw edge of desperation evident.

Ethan grasped his wrist, frustration boiling over. “This is my operation. You stand down.”

“THEN WHY THE HELL DIDN’T YOU PROTECT HER?!” Alexander roared, shoving Ethan back with a force that belied his desperation. “If a single hair on her head is hurt—”

Ethan’s voice was raw, a mixture of anguish and anger. “DON’T YOU REALIZE IT’S A TRAP?!”

“I KNOW!” Alexander shouted back, his voice trembling with emotion, the weight of his fear palpable.

He took a deep breath, his expression shifting as he whispered, “But I also know… if she dies, my life isn’t worth a damn. If they want my life, they can have it.”

Ethan searched Alexander’s eyes, the gravity of the situation sinking in. Slowly, he released him, his voice barely above a whisper, “…Ten minutes. You just have to buy us ten minutes. After that, SWAT will move in, no matter what.”

With a swift motion, Alexander snatched the service weapon Ethan offered, a determined glint igniting in his eyes. “It’s plenty of time.”

Inside the crumbling plant, Olivia squinted in the dim light, her heart racing as she noticed a hidden blade slowly sawing at her ropes. Hope flickered within her, but it was quickly overshadowed by a sudden, screeching sound—the iron hinges of the door groaned in protest.

And then he appeared—Alexander, hands raised in a gesture of peace, his eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that made her heart skip a beat.

“ARE YOU INSANE?!” she shouted, panic surging through her veins.

“I’m here. Let her go,” he commanded, his voice steady yet laced with urgency, a desperate plea hidden beneath his bravado.

From the shadows, a man donned in a serpent mask slithered forward, a mocking smile on his lips. “How romantic,” he sneered, before kicking a machete toward Alexander. “Stab yourself. And I’ll undo one of her chains.”

Olivia’s breath hitched in her throat. “ALEXANDER, DON’T! IT’S A SETUP!”

But he merely smiled, lifting the blade as if it were a mere trinket. “Olivia… do you remember the first time we met?”

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