[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-bound-to-my-enemy":3,"chapter-bound-to-my-enemy-bound-to-my-enemy-chapter-111":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Bound to my Enemy",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1600049,2067,"Chapter 111.","bound-to-my-enemy-chapter-111",111,"\u003Cp>Zane’s POV\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’m at the head of the conference table when Thomas walks in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He doesn’t knock just walks right on in. That alone is enough to irritate me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There are six men seated around the table, with their contracts open and tablets out, numbers are on the screen behind m. The air smells like espresso and expensive cologne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I don’t break my sentence at first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...which is why the port acquisition happens before the fourth quarter, not after. If we delay...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thomas clears his throat and every head in the room turns toward him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My jaw tightens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We’re in the middle of something, Thomas\" I say irritation clear in my voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I know.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then get out.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He doesn’t move though and that’s when I know something might be wrong cause Thomas never interrupts my meetings, he’s under strict instructions not to... not unless there’s blood or fire or someone is dying or something worse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s important,\" he says.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepping further into the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’d rather you not have my head later for keeping it from you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I look at the men seated at my table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Gentlemen I’ll be five minutes,\" I say.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one dares to argue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I step away from the screen and toward Thomas. We move toward the corner of the room near the glass wall overlooking the city.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What,\" I say under my breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He leans in slightly, his voice is low.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Elaine’s been taken.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a second I don’t process the words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Taken?.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What!?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"She left with Aaron. I guess to go to the hospital but they never made it to the hospital.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room shifts slightly under my feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Explain.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Halfway there, two vehicles boxed them in. Aaron’s down and the car’s gone.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Dead?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No, not dead, just a Head injury.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air I’m breathing feels too thin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"When.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Twenty minutes ago.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Twenty minutes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Twenty minutes and I’ve been discussing port acquisitions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My face stays still even though Inside, something fractures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Where is he now.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"On his way to our private clinic.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And her?.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thomas doesn’t answer immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We’re tracking the SUV,\" he says finally. \"Signal cut out near the river.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My hands feel numb.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What do you mean you’re tracking the SUV. Where the fuck is my wife!.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"She got hijacjed boss.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fuck!fuck!fuck!!!!!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Get everyone out,\" I say quietly, not giving a shit how my board members see me ending the meeting half way is of me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thomas turns and addresses the room. \"Meeting’s over gentlemen.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chairs immediately start to scrape, papers shuffling and them murmuring among themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I don’t hear any of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All I hear is a single thought repeating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She left, I told her to wait because it’s not safe..... she didn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now....\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I don’t let the thought finish, she’s fine and she’s safe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time I’m striding out of the building, the lobby is a blur of faces and noise. Security is scrambling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The front doors slide open and a black car pulls up hard against the curb.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I don’t wait for it to fully stop before I’m in the backseat, door slamming shut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Where,\" I demand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fredick is in the drivers seat while Thomas slides in beside me. Fredrick is a trusted man of mine that I call in when I need Thomas near by.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We’re heading toward the last known location,\" Fredrick says. \"We’ve got men fanning out....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Who did it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We don’t know that yet.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That’s not an answer Fredrick.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I know boss but We’re working on....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I slam my fist against the partition glass, cutting off Fredrick.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence fills the backseat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My chest feels so tight i lea forward, elbows on my knees, hands clasped so hard my knuckles ache.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is my fault. I knew there was movement. I knew something was shifting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And I left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Images start forcing their way into my head, of my sister of when.... Fuck!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I squeeze my eyes shut and instead of her face, I see my sister’s .\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pale and still. Lying in that bed after my enemies decided to send a message.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I open my eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No.Not again, not like this. I’m not that young boy again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"She’s not dead,\" I say aloud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neither Thomas nor Fredrick respond.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"She’s not,\" I repeat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We found blood,\" Fredrick says carefully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My head snaps up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How much.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Not a lot.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Define not a lot.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Enough to confirm struggle. Not enough to confirm fatality.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My stomach twists.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aaron’s blood it has to be.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It has to be.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The car jerks to a stop before it fully parks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I shove the door open and step out while it’s still rolling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cold air hits my face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We’re under the bridge near the riverbank. Police aren’t here and they won’t be.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is mine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A tow truck is already lifting what’s left of the SUV from the embankment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of my men approaches.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They forced them off the road,\" he says quickly. \"Vehicle impact here the second vehicle blocked the front.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I walk past him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the bridge, the air smells like oil and water and metal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I see it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A dark smear on the gravel that’s definitely Blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I crouch down slowly and touch it, then smear it between my thumb and middle finger, the blood is still tacky so it’s recent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Where,\" I say quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They dragged someone,\" the man says, pointing toward the waterline. \"There are tire marks heading east.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dragged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two sets of footprints near the edge of the river.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They’re someone else’s boot prints. Lareg and male\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air finally rushes back into my lungs, no smaller prints leading into the water, and no body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’s alive... she has to be.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I turn toward Fredrick.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What the fuck are you waiting for.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He straightens\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Search teams are moving east. We’re checking cameras along the highway exits.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Shut down the bridges.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We can’t without drawing attention to us.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I dotn give a fuck, I’ll deal with that later. Shut! It! Down!.\"\u003C\u002Fp>",998,"2026-06-06T09:39:37.420Z",1,"novelbin.me","15ff0291e2359a6f73361ec72a88db3e3f399376051297c8ad05a8fd9863961a","bound-to-my-enemy-chapter-112","bound-to-my-enemy-chapter-110",266,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fbound-to-my-enemy-cover.jpg"]