All Novel Sweet
Chapter 193
Once they boarded the boat, capturing them would be a whole lot trickier! The open sea offered too many avenues for escape; they couldn’t let them set foot on that deck!
The order came down from the cops, “Surround them!”
“Don’t come any closer!” The kidnapper bellowed, having spotted the sudden appearance of the police force, “Your son is still in our clutches!”
In that moment, Yvan truly understood the meaning of a fate worse than death.
He pondered, when he had uttered such words to Matilda, when he’d used Logan to threaten her, did she feel as helpless and anxious as he did now?
In her eyes, he was nothing but a devil, a kidnapper who had stolen every ounce of happiness from her life.
Yvan’s eyes reddened as he yelled, “I advise you to give up the struggle now!”
“Mr. Boyd, leave the expertise to us,” came a voice from the SWAT team stepping forward, negotiating with the criminals, “You’re surrounded. There’s no chance you’re boarding that ship. Cease your resistance, or there’s no turning back from the consequences!”
But they were desperados, weren’t they? How could they possibly heed the call?
“We have no turning back long ago! Step any closer and I’ll do it–I’ll really do it!”
The ringleader intensified the pressure on Logan’s neck, causing the child to struggle violently, “Don’t touch me! Don’t touch me! Dad!”
No cry for ‘dad‘ had ever sounded as heart–wrenchingly desperate as Logan’s plea.
Yvan trembled in the wind, shivering with cold. These people had lost all humanity. If they truly harmed Logan, Matilda would never forgive him for as long as she lived!
“Get us a boat, or we kill him!” The gang shouted, “What is it, isn’t the life of the hostage the top priority?”
Then, out of nowhere, the tables turned!
Logan, summoning strength from who knows where, bit into the arm of the man holding him. The knife cut sharply across Logan’s neck, but he wasn’t frightened. He bit down until blood was drawn! © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.
“Ah! You little brat!” The man who had gripped him roared in pain, releasing his hold, and Logan seized the moment to jump down and bolt toward the dock. He kept falling, but he kept on running, his lithe figure sprinting with a do–or–die determination.
“Now’s our chance! Go!”
The hot–blooded cops, who had been waiting eagerly, surged forward. Eventually, Logan stood
at the harbor entrance, bloodied but unbowed, and the criminals, having lost their bargaining chip, were quickly subdued and restrained by the police.
Yvan was shaken to the core. Logan’s bite was borne out of pain; he had thrown himself against the blade.
At the horizon, unbeknownst to them, a sliver of light began to rise. The darkness was on the
brink of dawn.
There stood Logan at the port, facing the slowly rising sun behind him, and he smiled at Yvan.
“Dad, I’m calling you ‘dad‘ one last time.”
That’s what he said.
Then, he fished out a small, child–sized cell phone from his pocket and, with the last of his strength, tossed it through the air to Yvan.
“Inside is everything you want and the whole truth,” Logan said, his gaze as numb as a dead
man’s.
Yvan realized that Logan’s composure was unnervingly excessive. Compared to his own disheveled, frantic self today, his son was disturbingly calm.
The expression on Logan’s face was utterly incongruent with his age, making Yvan feel that the kidnapping wasn’t the end but rather, it was now that Logan was truly saying goodbye.
“Mr. Boyd, I’ve always hated you,” Logan continued, his voice steady, “Hated your ignorance, your cold–heartedness. My mom suffered five years in prison because of you, lost everything because of you. So, I guess I must be the last thing my mom cares about.”