Page 95 of Filthy Dirty Dom

He kept moving, heading for the library.

Each room he passed was eerily silent, the usual hum of life replaced by a tense stillness. Finally, he reached the library and headed to the bookshelves. A small, barely noticeable seam on the wall stood out in the flickering candlelight. Damien had left it off his tour, but Alex knew it was a panic room because he’d seen it years ago, and he’d noticed the seam that gave it away when he was here with Leslie.

If it was still like the room he’d seen in the past, it was compact but meticulously designed. A few consoles with an array of blinking lights occupied one wall, and a large screen displayed a map of the house with dots representing people within its walls.

Suddenly, the door opened.

“Alex!”

It was Renee, her face white. Quickly, he followed her into the room.

Rosa. Maria and Bella. A few other soldiers, holding their weapons and their expressions grim.

Maria, always so bright and full of laughter, was now clutching onto a plush toy with a vice-like grip, her knuckles white. Her wide, innocent eyes brimmed with unshed tears. She was just a child, Alex thought, her innocence a stark contrast to the brutality that had breached their haven.

Bella, the teenager with dreams of being an artist and fashion maven, was huddled next to Maria. Her arms wrapped protectively around the younger girl, her eyes darting around the room nervously. The sketches she once loved seemed forgotten, discarded in favor of the harsh reality they now faced. Her transformation from a carefree teenager into a protective figure was abrupt and heartbreaking.

The room was filled with scared, anxious faces, all of them staring back at him. They were all there, huddled together, their faces pale in the dim light. They were safe, for now.

"We've been trying to reach Luca, but there's no signal," Rosa explained, worry etching lines on her face. "We don't know what's going on. But reinforcements are on their way from the other side of the island."

"Keep trying to reach him," Alex urged. “Stay here until you do. Luca’s men appear to be in control. I have to get to Leslie. She’s waiting for me.”

Renee nodded. “Yes. Go to her.”

“I’m sorry. So sorry if we—I caused this—”

Renee scowled. “This isn’t your fault, Alex, no more than what happened to Mia was your fault.”

She’d always told him that, even after she’d lost her daughter. And God knew, Alex didn’t want to do this to her but…

“Renee,” he said, his voice sounding tortured. “Nico is gone.”

Bella and Maria cried out. Renee staggered. "No, not my Nico..." Her voice, fragile and desperate, hung in the air, a painful testament to a mother's worst nightmare come true.

"He’d dead. You’ll find him near the cave." Alex forced the words out, the truth rolling off his tongue like a bitter poison. He was the bearer of heartbreaking news, a grim messenger who delivered a devastating blow.

"But… he was… he was just with us..." Renee's voice wavered, strangled by tears and disbelief. Her eyes, mirrors of raw pain, shone with unshed tears, a storm of despair waiting to be unleashed.

"I’m sorry. He came to us. He warned us.” His chest tightened, his heart aching with a crushing sense of guilt and sorrow. Every word he spoke, every breath he took seemed saturated with regret. He wasn't supposed to protect Nico, these people weren't his responsibility, yet he couldn't shake the haunting feeling of failure, the ghost of responsibility that clung to him like a second skin.

"He managed to tell me about the boat. He wanted us to leave." His voice held a resolute edge, a desperate grip on control amidst the chaotic storm of emotions within him. But even as he spoke, his mind was a whirlwind of self-recrimination. If only he had been quicker, if only he had been there... But the realm of “if onlys” was a dangerous place to dwell.

"But you… you came back to check on us," Renee said, a fragile note of gratitude seeping into her grief-stricken voice.

A torrent of emotions threatened to spill over, but he held them at bay, gritting his teeth against the surging tide.

"Thank you for telling me. For coming back here. But you need to leave now," Renee stated firmly, looking him directly in the eyes. "And remember, it was never you. It was them. And I’m glad you did what you did."

Swallowing hard, Alex looked around. The girls were crying and Rosa was comforting them. He hated leaving them like this, but they would be safe. Thick steel walls and a reinforced door would protect them. His gaze shifted to the monitors lined against the wall, their screens flickering with various views of the island. Every corner, every path was within view. He saw a few men that would need to be taken down, but most were no longer a threat.

"I need to go," Alex said again.

Renee nodded, her eyes glistening with unshed tears but filled with an understanding only a mother could provide. "Find Leslie. Keep her safe." Her voice, while shaky, held a commanding strength, entrusting him with a mission he was all too willing to accept.

With a final glance at the scared faces in the panic room, Alex turned away, the reality of his mission settling heavy on his shoulders. He heard the panic room close and lock behind him. A minute later, he stepped out of the house. The need to get to Leslie gripped him, a visceral sensation that coursed through his veins, pushing him forward as he plunged back into the storm.

With every second that passed, Leslie's anxiety ratcheted up another notch. As she huddled on the boat, cold seeping into her bones, all she could do was imagine the worst. Her mind ran through every terrifying scenario—Alex injured, Alex captured, Alex dead.

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