"On your knees now"
Nedvar spoke with a harsh tone, a tone he never uses it with Hermione.
Hermione stood there shocked, not believing any word he just spoke. She stood there contemplating her thoughts and his order.
He was always requesting and h...
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Nedvar impatiently tapped his foot, his knee bouncing in nervous agitation. Ever since Hermione's call had been abruptly cut due to poor signal, he'd been left more than paranoid. It had been nearly half an hour since he'd last heard from her, and though help was sent immediately, he felt completely helpless.
Outside, Rocco was struggling to relay the news to other guards, but signal jammers near the area blocked calls and prevented tracking Hermione's car with the mini tracker installed.
Negative thoughts filled Nedvar's mind, his irritation and anger at himself growing. He blamed himself, his oversight, for giving their enemies the audacity to endanger his wife and son."Capo, they're back." As soon as the guard finished speaking, Nedvar was already out of his office, rushing down the stairs with a heart pounding loudly in his chest.
He hurried outside to see the car just pulling in, and without waiting, he flung the back door open to find Hermione holding Ethan, who was sound asleep with his head on her shoulder, arms wrapped around her neck.
Nedvar extended his hand to Hermione, who placed her small, cold hand in his large, warm palm, grounding them both. As he gently released her hand, she looked up at him with a mixture of exhaustion and relief. He leaned in and carefully took Ethan from her, letting his son's head rest on his broad shoulder. Then, without a word, he wrapped a protective arm around Hermione's waist, drawing her closer.
Hermione noticed the hesitation in his touch, but when he pulled her in, she sensed his unspoken plea for reassurance and nodded, offering silent permission. With her by his side, they walked back into the warehouse, passing guards who greeted them with respectful nods and fists placed over their hearts, honoring their King and Queen.
Hermione's mind was elsewhere, replaying the terrifying moments in the car. She couldn't shake the haunting "what ifs"—if the guards had arrived even a little later, if Thomas hadn't been alert, if they had fallen into the enemy's trap... the thought of it left her feeling hollow.
The soft click of the door behind her snapped her back to the present, and she looked up to see Rocco's worried face.
Rocco glanced at Hermione, then at Ethan, who was now settled on a couch by the door, snuggled into his father's hand, which gently caressed his face.
"Rocco," Nedvar's low voice cut through, barely audible to Hermione. "I want the best hospitality for those we captured. I want to know exactly who was behind this.""By any means necessary," he finished coldly. Hermione turned, catching the last part of his command. She watched Rocco nod, then lean down to softly kiss Ethan's forehead before leaving. As he rolled up his sleeves, she shivered at his deadly, unrecognizable expression, a stark contrast to the Rocco she knew, always playful and lighthearted.
