Love Unspoken

Unyielding, Alexander remained rooted in place, his mind tirelessly working to solve the puzzle of the iron chains.

Getty, her voice choked with sobs, cried out, "Escape! Run while you can!"

"Keep quiet," he retorted, "Your prattle is grating."Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

Yet, Getty paid no heed to his words, her pleas growing more desperate with each passing second. "Please, leave! Don't let this place be your grave!" "Survive me, seek vengeance for me. I don't want you to join me in death!"

"I've been blessed to know you in this life. Our seven years together have been more joyous than most people's entire lifetimes. I have no regrets, truly. So, please, Alexander, leave." "Alexander! Please, go!" Getty's voice echoed through the room, her pleas carrying the weight of her desperation.

Alexander, his brow furrowed, shot her an impatient glance.

Despite his clear irritation, Getty continued to beg him to leave. Suddenly, a deafening bang reverberated through the room, causing Getty to freeze in place, tears streaming down her face.

Alexander exhaled slowly, the smoke from the gun barrel dissipating as he tucked the weapon back into his pocket.

"Are you still here?" he asked, his tone laced with impatience.

Slowly, Getty turned her gaze towards Alexander, her eyes widening at the sight of him holstering his gun. Two fresh tears slid down her cheeks.

The room filled with smoke, causing Getty to cough uncontrollably.Without a word, Alexander took her hand and led her towards the exit. However, upon reaching the door, he found it locked. His attempts to kick it open proved futile, so he resorted to shooting the lock. The sturdy wooden door swung open, allowing the smoke to billow out in waves.

Overwhelmed by the smoke, Getty's vision blurred and she collapsed. Alexander, quick on his feet, caught her before she hit the ground. He cradled her in his arms and swiftly exited the wooden house.

The figures lurking in the shadows rose to their feet as they spotted the pair emerging from the smoke.Seven or eight of them drew their guns, aiming at the figures shrouded in the mist. "Don't move."

Before they could pull their triggers, they felt the cold steel of a gun barrel pressed against the backs of their heads.

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There was no need to turn around; they knew all too well what was being pressed against their heads, as they held similar weapons in their own hands. Once outside, Alexander met up with several other people. "Damn it," Walter muttered, a hint of disgust coXavierng his tone as he saw Getty in Alexander's arms.

"You actually rescued her."According to Walter's plan, Getty was meant to perish inside the house.

Fortunately, she had already lost consciousness and was spared the cruel words.

Alexander handed Getty over to a nearby person, asking, "Where are the others?"

Walter gestured vaguely with his chin. "Over there."

Following his gaze, Alexander spotted seven or eight individuals huddled on the ground, held at gunpoint and too terrified to move.

He quickly approached them, scanning the area, but there was no sign of Xavier.

Walter joined him, confirming, "Xavier isn't here."

Alexander took a gun from one of the bodyguards and squatted down. He locked eyes with one of the men and ordered, "Call Xavier." The man hesitated, his discomfort evident.

Alexander didn't waste any time. He pointed the gun at the man's forehead and, with a muffled bang, the man crumpled to the ground, lifeless.

His eyes remained wide open, blood seeping from the gunshot wound on his forehead and staining his face a gruesome red. The sight sent a wave of fear through the remaining people.

Alexander aimed the gun at another man, repeating his command, "Call Xavier."The man stuttered, unable to form a coherent sentence.

Suddenly, another man shouted, "I'll make the call!"Alexander turned to look at the volunteer, giving him an approving nod.

Trembling, the man pulled out his phone, dialed Xavier's number, and waited for the call to connect.

After a moment, Xavier's voice came through the speaker. "How is it going?"