Never let go CHENFORD FF English version

Chapter 2 Undercover

A considerable amount of time had already passed since Lucy had immersed herself in her new environment. She had a boring daily routine; hardly anything happened, and when it did, it was usually a false alarm. Until one day, she discovered a note that had been slipped under her door. At first, she wanted to fling the door open to see who it was, but before she could make that mistake, she picked up the note and examined it.

"Tomorrow 10 PM, Santa Monica Pier."

That was all it said on the small piece of paper. What should she do? Go? If it was the wrong people, she might endanger the entire operation. But if not, this could finally set everything in motion. She decided to go. She had to follow up on it. At worst, it would just be an unnecessary trip.

The next day, she nervously got ready. She arrived at the pier quite early. There was still quite a bit of activity, and she looked around. She couldn't appear too excited. She had to remain calm.

Suddenly, someone grabbed her jacket from behind and pulled her slightly backward.

"Don't make a sound, or you're dead. My boss wants to talk to you. Is there anyone else here watching over you?" a voice hissed in Lucy's ear.

She immediately tensed up but shook her head, "No, I'm alone. No one was with me. Who's your boss?"

The man pressed something hard against her back, "Shut up. You'll see who's waiting for you. Come with me."

Lucy didn't dare do anything against the man and walked slowly in the direction he pushed her. They only walked a few meters until there were hardly any people around who could have protected her.

"The rest of the way is none of your business," the man said curtly before giving her an injection that caused her to lose consciousness within seconds.

She heard voices, faint and something moved beneath her. Where was she? What had happened? There was a gap. She only remembered walking to the pier, but what then?

"Sleeping Beauty is awake, boss," she heard a voice just before she was roughly pulled up and dragged behind a man.

"Apologies for the behavior of these men. They don't know how to treat a lady," greeted a man in a expensive suit, who couldn't have been older than his late 30s.

She looked around, confused. This couldn't be real; it was dark outside. She could only see the lights of L.A. far in the distance.

"Where am I?" she whispered, still not fully recovered.

The man in the suit laughed, "Usually, I ask the questions here. But I'll give you an answer anyway. You are on my yacht. If I don't like what you say, you can't run away, and the fish will be happy with a snack."

She only nodded, noticing some of the other men, who were evidently part of the group, quietly conversing and laughing.

"I've seen your file; you seem quite capable. I need someone like you if you can live up to your promises," he explained.

"I'm on probation, I can't do anything... they'll find me again immediately and I'll end up back in jail," Lucy responded.

"That wasn't a question," the man in the suit replied, nodding to one of the others. "Show her what happens if she doesn't cooperate."

The man stepped forward, burly and not looking like he intended to say any kind words to her. Before she could defend herself, he grabbed her and pulled her along behind him again. On the railing, there was a sort of crane with a rope. He gave Lucy a hard blow before tying her hands and attaching the rope to them. Then he went to her feet, tied them too, connecting an iron ball with the restraints.

"I hope you like swimming," he commented coolly before giving the ball a push and sending Lucy plunging into the water. Because of the restraints, she couldn't do anything. She just sank. In a panic, she tried to scream, which of course, was useless underwater. She struggled against the restraints, but it was no use. Just before she was about to lose consciousness, Tim's words echoed in her head, telling her she would be found out immediately. She was going to die... he was right. But just before she completely passed out, she was pulled back up. She gasped for air, looking up at the men on the yacht.

"I think we understand each other now. Pull her on board. I think we understand each other," said the man in the suit.

She was pulled back on board with the crane, still coughing up water. But it wasn't over yet on the deck. She had been mistaken about that.

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