She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 663:

She stayed focused on Brendan, not daring to let her guard down.

“Speak,” she replied.

“Live on,” Kristian said simply.

Before she could respond, he yanked her forward—and pushed her off the cliff.

Freya had backup waiting below, so she would be fine.

As for what was unfolding atop the cliff, Kristian would handle Brendan and his crew.

He had promised her she would be safe.

The instant Freya spotted the yacht gliding below them, realization struck like lightning. As her body plunged downward, she instinctively latched onto Kristian with the hand still gripping the gun, yanking him along with her.

At that moment, her other hand emerged with a fanned-out deck of playing cards, which she expertly whipped through the air toward Brendan and his men. The entire sequence unfolded in the blink of an eye—too fast for anyone to react.

Brendan hadn’t seen it coming. As Freya and Kristian fell, one of the razor-edged cards sliced across his cheek, leaving a thin, stinging trail of blood.

Several of his armed men weren’t as fortunate, taking sharp hits from the whirling cards.

A thunderous splash echoed below as Kristian and Freya crashed into the sea in dramatic unison.

The people aboard the yacht wasted no time pulling them out.

Just as Kristian climbed onto the deck and reached down to help Freya, his eyes locked on Brendan at the cliff’s edge, gun drawn.

More precisely, it was aimed straight at Freya.

A single shot rang out.

𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨: g⍶ⅼ𝗇𝗈ν𝘦𝗅𝗌⸳𝖼𝗈𝖒

The bullet screamed through the air with blistering speed.

Kristian didn’t have the luxury of thought; instinct kicked in as he leaned forward, shielding Freya with his own body. The bullet slammed into his back, and his crisp white shirt bloomed red with blood.

Despite the burning pain tearing through him, he forced his expression to remain calm, lifting Freya onto the yacht without flinching. Brendan was already preparing another shot when Freya raised her gun, leveling it directly at him.

But before she could fire, a sudden force knocked the weapon from Brendan’s grip.

A team of soldiers in uniform emerged from the trees behind him, completely surrounding him. At the head of the group stood Ellis. The moment Freya laid eyes on him, a wave of relief surged through her.

She didn’t bother instructing the yacht to stop. There was no point. The towering cliffs left no way to climb back up. More urgently, Kristian was burning with fever; he needed to get to a hospital. As for Brendan, Ellis could deal with him.

Brendan clicked his tongue as Ellis stepped forward. “Captain Lambert. Been a while.”

Ellis spared him the briefest glance before turning to his men. “Take him into custody,” he ordered. “Seal off the island. No one comes near it until the explosives are disabled.”

“Understood.”

“I’m heading out.” Ellis didn’t linger.

He wasn’t sure if Freya was hurt, but judging by the scene he had just walked into, Kristian had taken a bullet. The blood-soaked fabric clinging to his back made that crystal clear—and it could very well be fatal if left untreated.

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