His Dangerous Embrace

Savior part 2

Chapter 5

"Even in the shadows, a flicker of hope can find its way to light."

As the gunshot rang out, Kai's swift movement saved them both. Esme hit the ground hard, scrambling to her feet as adrenaline coursed through her veins. She watched in a daze as Kai, with a lethal grace, rose from his crouch, his expression dark and unyielding. The air around him seemed to grow colder, the tension palpable as the men realized the severity of their mistake.

Without a moment's hesitation, he launched himself at the nearest attacker. He moved with a fluid, practiced precision, a deadly dance honed from years of surviving in a world where hesitation meant death. The man barely had time to raise his knife before Kai disarmed him with a brutal twist of his wrist, the blade clattering to the ground.

In one swift motion, Kai struck the man across the face with a force that sent him sprawling to the pavement. Before the others could react, he was already on the next one, dodging a wild swing from a pistol and driving his elbow into the man's ribs, knocking the wind out of him. The gun fell from his hand, and Kai delivered a sharp kick to the side of his head, sending him crashing to the ground, unconscious.

The remaining two men hesitated, fear flickering in their eyes as they realized they were outmatched. One of them made a desperate lunge, brandishing a hidden blade, but Kai was ready. He sidestepped the attack with ease, catching the man's wrist mid-swing and twisting it until the knife fell. In a fluid motion, he pulled the man forward, slamming his knee into his gut, doubling him over before driving him to the ground with a powerful blow to the back of the head.

Three men were already down, and the fourth one, paralyzed by fear, could barely hold his weapon as his hands trembled violently. He was petrified, realizing that this man, who had just killed his comrades in mere seconds, was no ordinary opponent. Kai, with a cold and daring gaze, challenged him to make his move. But instead of fighting, the man turned and bolted, fleeing for his life as fast as he could.

Kai watched him go, making no effort to give chase. The man wasn't worth his energy—a coward, not even deserving of death at his hands. As the dust settled, Kai took a moment to survey the scene, his eyes narrowing as they caught sight of a serpent tattoo on each of the fallen men's wrists. His frown deepened.

Just then, his guards and right-hand man, Damian, arrived, sprinting towards him. "Boss? What happened here?" Damian began, but Kai cut him off with a sharp command.

"Clean this mess. Burn their bodies and erase any trace of their identities." His voice was calm, yet it carried an authority that brooked no argument.

With that, Kai turned his attention to Esme, who lay unconscious on the ground, her long gown fanned out around her, and her brunette hair cascading messily over her face. He knelt beside her, gently brushing the strands of hair away from her forehead. He could tell she had passed out from the effects of chloroform—those goons had made sure of that.

Damian, still trying to comprehend the situation, asked hesitantly, "Boss, what should we do with this girl?"

Kai's response was firm. "You focus on the cleanup. I'll take care of her."

Without another word, Kai scooped Esme into his arms. Her long skirt trailed from the edges of his hold, and her hair floated gently in the night breeze. He carried her to his car, cradling her carefully as he settled into the backseat with her nestled against him. Her head rested on his shoulder, her body limp but secure in his embrace as the car started moving. The driver didn't dare ask questions, and the vehicle glided smoothly into the night, leaving behind the chaos and bloodshed as if it had never happened.

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Esme stirred, confused by the softness beneath her. The rough bed she was used to felt nothing like this cloud-like comfort. And the stale, dusty air she was accustomed to was now replaced by the scent of something expensive, almost intoxicating. Am I dreaming? she wondered, blinking her eyes open. A dull headache pulsed behind her eyes, but as her vision cleared, her surroundings came into focus.

She sat up slowly, her breath catching in her throat as she took in the room around her. The space was bathed in soft, bluish-white light, the walls made entirely of glass on one side, revealing a breathtaking view of the dark blue sea. Waves crashed against the rocks outside, their rhythm soothing yet powerful. The room itself was a blend of elegance and antiquity, with antique furniture that matched the sea's theme, modern hangings, and paintings that added to the allure. Her eyes were drawn upward to the grand chandelier hanging above the bed she had just left—a bed that felt too luxurious to be real.

This place was beyond anything she had ever seen, almost heavenly. The most mesmerizing aspect was the glass wall that offered an unobstructed view of the sea, a sight so beautiful she could hardly believe it was real. Am I really in heaven? she thought, still in disbelief.

Just then, the door opened, and a women entered the room, breaking her trance.

"How are you feeling, dear?" a woman in a crisp white uniform asked, her voice soft and kind. A gentle smile adorned her face, making her look younger than Esme had expected. Her light makeup accentuated her features, giving her an air of sophistication. Esme glanced down at her own clothes, then back at the woman, who seemed far more elegant and put together than she was.

"I'm... good," Esme replied hesitantly, her voice faltering as she took a moment to find the right words. The woman's smile widened, radiating warmth and reassurance.

Esme's mind raced with questions—she wanted to know where she was, who had brought her here, and most importantly, where the man who had saved her was. But before she could ask, the woman spoke again.

"Sorry, I didn't introduce myself. I'm Elsa," she said with a polite nod.

"Ummm... who brought me here?" Esme asked, her curiosity getting the better of her.

"Oh, you mean sir? He's waiting downstairs for you," Elsa replied, her tone light and professional. "Please, take your time to freshen up and change. There are clothes prepared for you inside." With that, Elsa gave a small bow and exited the room, leaving Esme alone.

Esme let out a sigh of relief, the tension in her shoulders easing slightly.

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