His Destructive, Toxic Love

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Is this even true or false?

"Dillon, book me a ticket too. I'm coming with you."

"Ma'am, it's seriously dangerous over there. You don't need to come with me. Just wait for news back home."

The situation's dicey, really not the place for a woman to be out and about. If we tick off the big shot over there, it'll be even tougher to handle. Right now, we just have to take it one step at a time.

But Eliza was on edge. It had been a whole year since she last saw him. She had no clue what he looked like now, and he was being held against his will. She couldn't let it end with her having to identify his body. "No way, I have to go. If you won't book me a ticket, I'll do it myself."

Unable to talk her out of it and not wanting her to go alone, Dillon gave in, "Okay, I'll get the ticket. We'll go together."

"Great."

Eliza quickly packed up and dragged her suitcase to meet Dillon at the airport.

"Ma'am." Dillon remained as respectful as ever.

Eliza nodded, "Let's go."

The plane touched down in Country H.

As soon as they stepped out of the airport, Dillon felt a bunch of eyes on them. The tycoon holding Casper captive, Kaleb, had some serious clout and had Casper's whole history nailed down. Meeting Casper wasn't going to be easy. For now, they needed to find a place to crash. No telling how long they'd be there.

Once they got into the car, they noticed a black car trailing them, not too close, not too far.

"Ma'am, this isn't Falconridge. We need to be extra careful here," Dillon said cautiously, glancing back at the car following them. "We might be under surveillance."

Eliza's heart skipped a beat. She quickly looked back. The car had tinted windows, impossible to see who's inside. Could these people be tied to the ones holding Casper?

"Dillon, what's the name of the woman who's interested in Casper?"

"Her name's Minna, Kaleb's only daughter. Word is, she's bossy as hell, always gets what she wants. Her ex tried to break up with her and she..."

Dillon mimicked a chopping motion with his hand.

Eliza got it right away-dismembered. A family of hard-nosed folks.

"Can we reach Casper?"

"Not right now, but Mr. Casper will find a way to get in touch when he can. Ma'am, we can't rush this-we have to go with the flow," Dillon said, giving her a look that spoke volumes.

Eliza hadn't expected things to be

this tangled in Country H, if things got violent making someone vanish without a trace could happen in the blink of an eye. She was even more worried about Casper's safety now.

"If Casper calls again, tell him to keep Minna calm. Don't rile her up, staying alive is what matters."

Dillon nodded. Casper had

weathered plenty of storms; he had

the smarts. Dillon's job was to. strategize. After planning, the next step would be to orchestrate a rescue, one step at a time.

Rushing wouldn't help. In danger, the key thing is to stay alive.

"Ma'am, Mr. Casper's sharp as a tack. You don't need to worry about him."

Eliza felt a bit foggy. How could she not worry? It had been a year since she'd last seen him, and she wasn't even sure if his injuries had healed. Now he was in this mess. When would it ever end?

They checked into a place with good privacy and security. The car that had been tailing them parked a hundred meters away.

"I'm stepping out for a bit. Stay put, alright? Don't go anywhere," Dillon instructed, handing Eliza a phone. "Mr. Casper will contact you through this phone. Keep it with you."