Lindsey’s head throbbed from the recent blow, causing her to feel faint.


    The pain from her injuries was unrelenting.


    She fought against the urge to sleep, clinging to Domenic’s coat sleeve with all her remaining strength.


    “Chayce… he took the ne you gave me…”


    Lindsey had managed to hold back tears during the abuse by Chayce earlier, but now, she couldn’t help but break into sobs.


    Domenic gently lifted Lindsey and ced her on the sofa.


    Holding her hand, he whispered, “Just wait here for a few minutes.


    ”


    After receiving a nod from Lindsey, Domenic left the room.


    Outside, in the shadowy night, the sea made horrible sounds.


    Chayce stood frozen on the deck, a gun pressed against his head, trembling with fear to the point of nearly losing control.


    Chayce knew how to swim and had thought about diving into the sea to get away.


    However, he was caught off guard when he was immediately met with a gun upon exiting the cabin.


    Domenic approached, stopping his subordinate from aiming the gun.


    His coat cor fluttered in the night breeze.


    “Boss, just say the word, and I’ll shoot him and toss him into the sea,” said Domenic’s subordinate, standing beside him with respect, as though Domenic was a ruler.


    Looking at Chayce, Domenic said in a cold voice, “Give back Lindsey’s ne, or I’ll end your life this instant.


    ”


    Chayce turned to see Domenic encircled by the same formidable men in ck from earlier.


    Was Domenic actually the boss they had mentioned?


    Chayce remembered Shelia describing Domenic as merely a pretty face with no real power.


    Baffled by the current turn of events, Chayce didn’t have the luxury of time to think too much.


    He nervously retrieved the ne from his pocket, holding onto it as his final leverage.


    “I’ll hand it over, but you need to promise to let me go first.Published by N?v''elD/rama.Org.


    If not… I’ll toss this ne into the sea.


    ”


    He inched backward, leaning against the yac


    ht’s railing, his hand poised over the water.


    Domenic, with an air of nonchnce, tilted his head slightly.


    “Take a look behind you.


    Go ahead and throw it if you must.


    It’s just a piece of jewelry.


    I can always buy another.


    But remember, you only have one life.


    Are you certain about your decision?”


    Chayce nced back and his eyes widened in shock.


    The previously dark sea was now illuminated by numerous boats encircling his yacht.


    Thispletely extinguished his thoughts of jumping into the sea as an escape n.


    He found himself cornered, with no way out, akin to amb awaiting its fate.


    He copsed onto the floor, staring in desperation at the tall figure.


    His lips quivering, he asked, “Who… Who the hell are you?”


    Domenic slowly approached Chayce, crouching down with one arm resting on his knee.


    Gazing into Chayce’s scared eyes, Domenic’s lips curved slightly as he asked, “Do you really want to know who I am and what it might mean for you?


    Then, Chayce heard a creepy chuckle.


    “I have the power to inflict pain far worse than death itself.


    ”


    Ovee with terror, Chayce knelt, pressing his forehead to the deck, tears and pleas spilling out.


    “Sir, I’m so sorry.


    This is all my fault.


    I didn’t know who you were.


    I was just following orders.


    It was Shelia Stewart.


    She’s the one who told me to do all this.


    Please, have mercy.


    Let me Live.


    ”


    Shelia Stewart? Domenic let out a derisive snort.