Love Unspoken

Alistair sneered and straight-up ignored Landon. He strolled over to Quinn, scooped her up off the floor, and tossed her onto the bed like she was nothing.

Quinn had a sliver of sanity left, but it was hanging by a thread. She curled up into a ball, staring blankly at Alistair.

Alistair grinned and pounced on her, his hands all over her.

"Don't worry, babe. I'll take care of you," he said with a sleazy smile.

Every touch made Quinn tremble, and her last bit of sanity was slipping away fast.

She even reached out to hug Alistair, pressing her cheek against his chest.

Alistair's breathing got heavy. He shoved her away, grabbed her collar, and yanked, popping the buttons on her dress.

The dress was a pain, with buttons only going down to just below the armpit. He yanked twice but couldn't get it off, and it was too tight to pull off easily, which pissed him off. "Damn it!" he cursed, using all his strength. The sound of fabric tearing filled the room as the dress ripped apart.

He tried to take off his own pants, but Quinn clung to him, holding him tight.

"Get off!" Alistair pushed her away with one hand, jumped off the bed, and took off his pants.

He climbed back onto the bed, but before he could touch her, a commotion erupted outside.

Alistair paused, not wanting to care, but the noise got louder. He gritted his teeth, shoved Quinn aside, put on his pants, and went out to check.

"What's going on?" Alistair asked, annoyed.

Someone rushed over, looking panicked. "Alistair, there's a fire! The warehouse is on fire."

When Alistair heard the warehouse was on fire, he grabbed the person and asked, "How did the warehouse catch fire? Is it out?"

The person replied, panicking, "No, it's burning like crazy, and it started from the inside."

Alistair cursed, let go of his subordinate, and without a second thought for Quinn, bolted towards the warehouse.

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The fire was raging, and as soon as Alistair stepped outside, he saw thick smoke billowing from the warehouse. His eyes widened in anger as he ran towards it with the others. Most people had gone to fight the fire, leaving few to guard the building. Those who stayed were busy with the fire, and the scene was chaotic with people running around. No one noticed two mercenaries blending in with the crowd fighting the fire, quietly breaking away and heading towards the main building.

Quinn fell off the bed, hitting her head on the bedside table. The pain brought her a moment of clarity.

She grabbed a vase from the corner and smashed it on the ground. Picking up a shard, she shakily slashed her leg, and blood began to ooze from the wound.

The intense pain made her shake her head, clearing her mind a bit more. She looked at her disheveled state and pulled the bedsheet to wrap around herself. She then struggled to stand up and staggered towards the door.

Grabbing the doorknob, she pulled the door open and ran out, only to bump into someone. The other person was fine, but she stumbled back a few steps and fell to the ground. Quinn's eyes fell on the boots and camouflage pants in front of her, a sense of hopelessness washing over her.

She slowly looked up, following the legs to a tall, fully armed figure with a covered face, only the eyes visible.

When she saw those eyes, her heart skipped a beat.

She thought she might be overthinking it, but those eyes gave her a glimmer of hope.

She grabbed the person's pant leg and weakly said, "Save me, or kill me."

Her voice was choked with sobs as she looked at the man pleadingly.