The CEO's Midnight Remedy novel Chapter 296

The CEO’s Midnight Remedy

Chapter 296

“Stay here,” he ordered. “Lock the door after I leave. Don’t open it for anyone but me or Roman.”

“You can’t go out there alone,” I protested, surprising myself with how much I cared about his safety.

A ghost of a smile touched his lips. “When this is over, we’ll go dancing on the streets of Miami.” The casual promise sounded strange coming from him, almost tender in its normality.

“Devon…” His name escaped my lips without the usual “Mr. Kane” formality, and I saw something flicker in his expression.

He paused at the door, looking back at me with an intensity that made my breath catch. “You can take a hot shower while you wait for

1. me. The bathroom is bulletproof.” With that incongruous mix of practical advice and dark humor, he was gone, instructing Roman to

remain outside my door.

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I locked the door as instructed, my hand still trembling slightly. The suite felt cavernous and threatening now that I was alone. Gunshots

echoed somewhere distant on the yacht, and each one made me flinch. I sank into a corner of the room, gun still clutched in my hand,

and tried to control my breathing.

Two hours passed like an eternity. I hadn’t moved from my position, too afraid to even approach the windows. The sporadic sounds of

conflict had faded to an eerie silence that was somehow worse.

“Roman?” I called through the door. “What’s happening?”

“Stay inside, Ms. Harper,” came the terse reply. “The situation is being handled.”

“But Devon-” I stopped myself, surprised at the genuine worry in my voice. “Is Mr. Kane alright?”

Roman’s voice softened slightly. “Mr. Kane never loses, especially when he has something important to protect.”

I pondered his words, wondering if the “something important” was the quantum chip technology or… something else. My mind drifted to Devon’s peaceful face when he slept beside me, the way his features softened and the perpetual tension left his body. Those rare moments of vulnerability seemed worlds away from the man who had handed me a gun and dispatched attackers with cold efficiency.

My thoughts were interrupted by a sound outside–not gunfire, but something softer, like footsteps trying to be silent. Roman’s voice spoke to someone, his tone changing to alert wariness.

Suddenly, there was a thud and a groan. I froze, my heart racing again. The doorknob turned slowly, testing the lock. I backed away, raising the gun with both hands as Devon had shown me. My palms were slick with sweat, making the weapon feel unsteady in my grip.

The lock clicked, and the door swung open. Buzz Hamilton stood there, flanked by two men I didn’t recognize. Behind them, I glimpsed Roman on the floor, bleeding from a head wound but still conscious, his eyes finding mine with an apologetic look.

“Well, well,” Buzz said, his earlier charm replaced by cold calculation. “Devon’s little girlfriend. Where is he?”

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I kept the gun trained on him, hoping he couldn’t see how badly I was shaking. “Get out.”

Buzz laughed, seemingly unconcerned by my weapon. “Put that down before you hurt yourself, sweetheart. We just need to have a chat

with your boyfriend about his vault code.”

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One of his men moved toward Roman, pressing a foot against his wounded shoulder. Roman’s face contorted with pain, but he remained

silent.

“Tell me where Kane is, and the code to his safe,” Buzz demanded, this time addressing Roman directly. “There’s half a million dollars in it

for you.”

“Go to hell,” Roman spat through gritted teeth.

Buzz sighed dramatically and nodded to his man, who increased the pressure on Roman’s injury. Roman’s groan of pain made my stomach

turn.

From my position, I could see into the luxury walk–in closet where I might hide. I could slip away while they were focused on Roman,

possibly escape through another exit. Self–preservation urged me to move, to save myself.

But as I watched Roman suffer for his loyalty to Devon, something shifted inside me. I thought of Devon facing multiple attackers, perhaps injured or worse. I thought of the quiet certainty in Roman’s voice when he said Devon never loses when he has something

important to protect.

My finger tightened on the trigger, my heartbeat thundering in my ears. Hide or help? Run or stay? The choice would determine

everything that followed.

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