The Wrong Woman
The wrong Woman novel by Ginny Not Genie Chapter 441

Lucas drew a deep breath, quelling his rage as he stowed away Mila's gun, muttering curses under his breath directed at Oliver. "This lovestruck fool is indeed a failure. We've witnessed the might of this gun before, yet he let her bring it in. Piece of shit.”

With that, Lucas pivoted and strode away, his voice firm as he issued commands. "Clean up these bodies and lock these women up separately.”

"Anyone who dares to lay a hand on them will lose his dick,” Lucas thundered. "Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mr. Vega," his subordinates chorused in response.

Without delay, the burly men escorted Mila out of the room.

As Lucas’ figure receded, Mila desperately cried out, her voice echoing through the corridor. "Please, get a doctor for Phoebe. She's suffering from internal injuries. Please, get help for her.”

Ignoring her pleas, Lucas continued on his way, his steps resolute. Separated from Phoebe once more, Mila persisted in banging on the door as she was confined to her room, her voice pleading. "Can't you hear me? Get a doctor for Phoebe, and get her some medication. I'm begging you."

In another room, Phoebe's eyes shimmered with tears, a radiant smile gracing her lips. Her soft voice trembled with emotion. "Mila, I'm alright.”

Night descended.

Mila, weakened by hunger and exhaustion, tossed and turned in bed, unable to find rest. Her thoughts were consumed with worry for Zach, Loretta, Phoebe, Nathan, and Sienna.

Suddenly, a deafening clap of thunder pierced the silence.

Mila shrieked in terror, reflexively covering her ears and curling into a tight ball.

Her fear of thunder persisted, even after reclaiming her memories. The day her parents were attacked, it was raining, the sensation of drowning in the water haunting her still, suffocating her with fear at the mere recollection.

In no time, thunder rumbled, and lightning flashed outside, accompanied by pouring rain.

Mila cocooned herself within the blankets. She drew them tightly around her body and sought solace in their warmth as she curled her legs beneath the blanket.

After what seemed like an eternity, the thunder rumbled to a halt, and the rain's relentless drumming softened to a whisper.

A faint thud reverberated from the door, barely audible but distinct in Mila's ears.

Peering out from beneath the blankets, she discovered the room cloaked in impenetrable darkness. Perhaps it was the storm that wreaked havoc on the electrical system.

Mila waited in silence, but the absence of sound from outside deepened her unease. The power outage alone was unsettling, but the eerie silence that enveloped the surroundings felt profoundly wrong. Determined to investigate, she threw off the blankets and slipped out of bed, navigating the darkness toward the door with cautious steps. With trembling hands, she unlocked the door and eased it open.

A sudden force pushed against the door from the other side, causing Mila to stagger backward.

Before she could react, a figure surged forward, swiftly encircling her waist with a strong arm and muffling her mouth with a firm hand, deftly shutting the door behind them.

Trapped against the wall, Mila's heart thundered in her chest as she stared into the darkness, straining to discern the features of her captor. Tall and muscular, with hands that radiated power, the figure exuded an intimidating presence.

Mila struggled against the hold, her muffled protests barely escaping her throat.

Leaning in close, the figure whispered in her ear, his voice like a soothing melody. "Chubs, it's me."

The warmth of his breath against her ear and the familiar timbre of the voice quelled the turmoil in Mila's heart, eliciting an overwhelming surge of relief.

It was Nathan. He had come. Unlike his usual assertive demeanor, he had slipped in silently.

Nathan continued to speak in hushed tones, his voice a comforting presence in the darkness. "The storm came at the right time."

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