Clara moved quietly down the narrow hallway. There was only one way forward—a straight shot into the dark.
It didn’t take long before she reached a shadowy corner, where a battered figure hung from metal chains. It was Aiden.
He looked half-dead, blood smeared all over him. The fact he was even breathing was a miracle.
“Aiden…” Her voice was barely more than a whisper.
Two guards lunged at her from the side. Without hesitating, Clara kicked one of them hard—he slammed into the wall and crumpled, coughing up blood. The other scrambled for his gun, but she knocked it out of his hand before he could pull the trigger.
She quickly searched them for keys and unlocked the shackles holding Aiden up.
“Aiden,” she called softly.
There was a fresh cut on his cheek, and he squinted at her with hazy eyes. His voice was rough, barely there: “Ma’am…”
Something about the way he said it made Clara’s throat tighten. She almost burst into tears.
“I’m getting you out of here.”
Aiden shook his head, eyelashes lowering. “Mr. Sterling… he won’t let you go. He won’t let me go either…”
Only then did Clara notice—he couldn’t stand. His legs looked broken.
“Your legs…”
“He said I hid the truth… about the CEO’s recovery. So he punished me.”
Clara felt a wave of anger rise up in her chest. Punished? This wasn’t punishment—this was ruining him. She remembered how long it took Dylan to walk again. But now, Aiden wasn’t even given a chance.
Mr. Sterling really was cold-blooded. He didn’t care about anyone.
She wrapped her arm around Aiden, helping him up. “First things first—we’re leaving.”
“No… I can’t drag you down with me…”
Clara could feel eyes on them. Even if she had the upper hand now, if Sterling’s men showed up, it would be a bloodbath. The old man wouldn’t have mercy on anyone—not even Dylan.
She didn’t argue. Instead, she lifted Aiden’s arm over her shoulders.
Aiden tried to stand, but his legs shook with pain. It was the kind of agony that made you wish you’d just pass out.
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run