When Love Finds Its Way Back (Cassienne and Dreston) novel Chapter 366

So he forced himself to wait.

Those minutes felt longer than hours.

Inside the building, Garry had been pushed into a dusty office with old wooden shelves and broken filing cabinets. Donatus stood near the window, speaking to one of his men in a low voice. The old man was trying to appear composed, but Garry could see the truth.

His uncle was losing control. “You should let me go now,” Garry said.

Donatus turned.

Garry leaned against the table behind him. “This is your last chance to make one smart decision.”

Donatus laughed softly. “You are still giving advice?”

“Yes.”

“From captivity?”

“Especially from captivity.”

The older man walked closer. “Your arrogance is remarkable.”

Garry’s smile faded. “And your obsession is pathetic.”

Donatus’ eyes hardened. Before he could reply, a noise came from outside. It was a shout.

Then another. Then footsteps, and a crash.

One of the guards near the door looked toward the hallway. “What was that?”

Donatus froze.

Garry’s heart jumped.

More noise followed. This time, it was closer.

A voice shouted from somewhere outside the office wing. “Police! Drop your weapons!”

Everything happened quickly after that. The guard near the door reached for his weapon.

Another man cursed.

Donatus turned sharply toward Garry as if Garry had somehow caused it.

Garry smiled. But it was a weak and tired smile. “I told you they would come.”

The door burst open seconds later. Police officers flooded the hallway.

One of Donatus’ men tried to raise his gun, but he was disarmed before he could aim properly. Another attempted to run toward the back exit, only to be stopped by officers entering from the other side. The entire building filled with orders, footsteps, and the sound of weapons being dropped.

Donatus stood completely still.

For the first time since Garry had known him, the old man looked shocked, not angry.

His world had finally stopped obeying him.

Dreston entered the office wing behind the officers. The moment his eyes found Garry, he stopped.

Garry looked terrible.

His face was bruised. His clothes were wrinkled. His beard had grown unevenly, and there were dark shadows under his eyes. But he was alive.

That was all Dreston cared about.

For a moment, the two men simply looked at each other.

Then Garry exhaled a shaky laugh. “You took your time.”

Something moved across Dreston’s face. Relief, anger, concern. All at once. “You look terrible.”

Garry gave a weak smile. “That is exactly what I said in my head when I saw you.”

Dreston stepped closer. Steve moved behind him, while two officers secured the guards.

Joseph entered next.

The sight of Garry alive brought visible relief to his face. “Garry.”

Garry nodded weakly. “Mr. Tremont.”

Before anyone could say more, Donatus suddenly moved.

No one expected it.

The old man had already been restrained by one of the officers, but rage gave him enough strength to twist partly free. He lunged toward Garry and slammed his fist into his face.

The sound of the impact echoed through the room.

Garry staggered backward. Blood immediately poured from his nose.

For a split second, everyone froze. Then Dreston moved.

He crossed the space between them and punched Donatus hard enough to send the old man stumbling into the desk. Two officers grabbed Donatus immediately and forced him down properly this time.

Dreston stood over him, breathing hard. “You don’t touch him again.”

Donatus spat blood and laughed bitterly. “You think this is over?”

Dreston’s eyes were cold. “For you, yes.”

Garry pressed a hand to his bleeding nose.

Despite the pain, he looked at Dreston and muttered, “I think you broke his pride.”

Dreston turned toward him. “And he broke your nose.”

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