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A bomb was strapped to my chest, with only a ten-minute countdown.
I was forced to call Don Logan Carbone, my boyfriend, "I've been kidnapped! Don't—"
"What the hell are you playing at?" he snarled. "I told you I was handling business. How dare you joke about this!"
His furious roar came through the phone, followed by the sweet, coquettish voice of another woman.
Even the kidnappers shook their heads and sighed. "Logan doesn't give a damn about this whore. We grabbed the wrong one."
Before the world went white, I sent my last text. Goodbye, Logan. I hope we never meet again.
My body was obliterated. But my soul was trapped, chained to his side.
And then, I overheard a secret.

A Bomb for His Beloved

He answered it, clearly still in a daze. "Hello?"


A shrill female voice came from the other end. "Logan, save me! Someone's kidnapped me! It's Marco! He wants you to come over right now! Come and save me! I have a bomb strapped to me too!"


Logan was stunned for a moment but quickly rushed out of the morgue. "Everyone, with me, let's go save her!"


Alessia immediately shot that down over the phone. "No! You can't! Logan, you have to come alone! Marco said if you bring anyone, he'll detonate the bomb immediately! I'm so scared!"


Logan got in the car alone and drove towards the address Alessia had given him, an abandoned warehouse in Queens.


Meanwhile, Luca and his men followed his car from a distance.


Sitting in the car, I noticed his face was expressionless. Perhaps he was completely numb inside.


Chapter 7