Chapter 7 - Samuel Cross Kidnapped the Wrong Woman—Because Adrian Had Already Predicted His Every MoveThe plan was simple.
We leaked false information.
Nathaniel was supposedly returning to Manhattan.
A private meeting would occur at an abandoned warehouse.
Samuel took the bait.
But he didn't come alone.
Twenty men arrived.
Armed.
Waiting.
Nathaniel never showed.
Instead, Adrian walked in.
Samuel smiled.
“You.”
Adrian stopped.
“Me.”
“Where is Nathaniel?”
“Not here.”
Samuel laughed.
“You think you're clever?”
“No.”
Adrian looked around.
“I know I'm prepared.”
The lights turned on.
Police surrounded the building.
Federal agents entered.
Samuel's men dropped their weapons.
Samuel stared.
“How?”
Adrian smiled.
“You made three mistakes.”
“What?”
“You trusted your own surveillance.”
Samuel's face changed.
“You didn't notice our cameras.”
“You assumed Nathaniel was predictable.”
“And you believed I was alone.”
Samuel looked around.
He finally understood.
He had walked into a trap.
But before he could be arrested, someone fired.
The bullet hit Adrian.
I screamed.
“ADRIAN!”
He fell.
Everything became chaos.
Security dragged me behind cover.
Mia was nowhere near the scene.
But I had been there.
I shouldn't have been.
I had insisted on coming.
Adrian was bleeding.
Nathaniel appeared from nowhere.
He fired back.
Samuel escaped.
I ran to Adrian.
“Stay with me.”
He smiled weakly.
“You're yelling.”
“Because you're bleeding.”
“Fair.”
I cried.
“Don't you dare die.”
“I have a date with your daughter.”
I laughed through tears.
“You're impossible.”
He closed his eyes.
“Claire.”
“Yes?”
“I meant what I said.”
“What?”
“I love you.”
I held his hand.
“I know.”
Then Nathaniel appeared beside us.
“Take him to the hospital.”
We did.
The bullet had passed through his shoulder.
He survived.
But Samuel had escaped.
Again.
That night, Nathaniel came to my hospital room.
“You love him.”
I looked at him.
“Yes.”
He nodded.
“I knew.”
“I didn't want this.”
“You don't choose love.”
He smiled.
“You choose what you do with it.”
I cried.
“What about you?”
“I'll always love you.”
I looked down.
“And Mia?”
“She's my daughter.”
He smiled.
“I'll never stop being her father.”
Then he stood.
“I have one thing left to do.”
“What?”
“End this.”
I grabbed his hand.
“Come back.”
May you like
He looked at me.
“I will.”
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