Love Unspoken

Alexander was glued to his phone, scrolling through a wall of text, while more updates kept flooding in.

The airport crew had been on stakeout for two days straight but still hadn't spotted Alexander.

Landon, chilling in the village, was getting jittery. He'd called a bunch of times, but the word was still the same no sign of Alexander.

All they had was a photo and zero direct contact with Alexander, so spotting him was like finding a needle in a haystack.

Plus, he was in disguise, blending in with a tour group. How were they supposed to pick him out without getting up close and personal?

Landon was pacing the yard, throwing nervous glances at the room where Quinn was locked up.

Without knowing where Alexander was, he couldn't relax. They'd crossed paths before, and he'd always come out on the losing end.

Now, with Alexander MIA, who knew when he'd pop up and catch him off guard?

The longer he waited, the more on edge he got.

As night fell, he suddenly made a beeline for the cabin.

He burst through the door, startling Quinn, who was chatting with Abigail.

Quinn shot Landon a wary look, her fingers tightening around Abigail's hand.

Abigail squeezed back and turned to Landon, asking, "How long are you gonna keep us locked up?"

Landon's eyes flicked over their faces. He adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, the reflection hiding his thoughts.

He walked up, grabbed Quinn's arm, and yanked her to her feet.

"What are you doing?" Abigail yelled, panicking.

She jumped up, but before she could move, a gun was pressed to her forehead, freezing her in place.

Quinn's eyes widened as she grabbed Landon's arm. "No, tell me what you want. I'll do it!"

Abigail shouted, "Quinn, no!"

Landon didn't have time for Abigail. He lowered the gun and said, "Stay put. I won't hurt her 'cause she's useful, but you? You're just collateral. I got plenty of ways to make you suffer, got it?" With that, he dragged Quinn out.

Quinn stumbled after him, giving Abigail a reassuring look over her shoulder.Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

Abigail frowned but didn't follow. Not 'cause she was scared, but 'cause of what Landon had said he wouldn't hurt Quinn.

Quinn was shoved into a car, and a familiar black bag was thrown over her head again.

As the car bumped along, she lost track of time. When the hood finally came off, she saw some slightly fancier buildings.

Inside the extended business car, it wasn't just her and Landon; there were a few other people too.

Landon pulled out a phone and handed it to Quinn. "Call Alexander."

Quinn stared at the familiar phone it was hers.

She clenched her fist, hesitating.

Landon didn't get mad. He said calmly, "You got one minute. If you don't call, I'll break one of Abigail's legs."

He pulled out his own phone and set a timer. The weak light from the screen lit up her pale face.

Quinn watched the numbers tick down, cold sweat forming on her forehead and palms, her heartbeat syncing with the countdown.

Landon threatened, "When the second countdown starts, I'll break her other leg, then her hands, eyes, teeth, nose, internal organs, and so on, until she's dead."