Can’t Win Me Back

The snow was falling heavily, and the chilling winds howled through the night.

Remy had no car, so he trudged through the snow alone, each step more exhausting than the last.

His thoughts were consumed with Alyssa—was she still alive? In danger? And Jasper's unrelenting resolve to reach her, even after being shot and drenched in blood.

Remy pressed his calloused, trembling hand to his chest.

His heart hammered in his ribcage erratically.

A sharp, searing pain shot through his temples, blurring his vision.

He collapsed to his knees in the snow, his body racked with agony.

The pain surged deep within him, and his eyes felt like they were going to burst from their sockets.

It was unbearable.

His breath came in ragged gasps.

His hands scrambled for the necklace hanging from his neck—inside it was a hidden medicine box.

Justin had told him that the medication in there could calm him down and relieve him of any pain.

It would be able to save his life.

But in his desperate haste, the pill slipped from his fingers and fell into the snow.

Remy's head buzzed.

Trembling, he searched frantically in the snow for it.

He had never felt such panic.

His headache was intensifying.

In order to relieve the agonizing pain, he removed his shirt and buried his scarred body in the snow, allowing the bone- piercing iciness to relieve him of his pain.

To his surprise, this method he tried randomly was effective! Slowly, he opened his bloodshot eyes.

felt tight and his head

as white

put his shirt

caller, a

He hesitated for amoment.

his phone to ring

phone

heard that you

emotionless as if she was just checking with

glint flashed across Remy's

steady voice, he answered, "Yeah, I lost my

stole it from me." Sheryl exclaimed in disbelief, "What? You

he uttered a lie, which was something

Justin did not ask me to

car to

snatched my gun from me and

seemed to have believed

the

outstanding

that Remy

subordinates have left to go

consequences of your failure this

way back, think about how you'll explain yourself to Mr. Justin!" Upon saying that, Sheryl hung up

his

pondering, he lifted his hand slowly and

was stained

result of the pain, Remy's forehead

so, none of the agony showed on

his lips upward into a

my account to Mr. Justin." Dragging his badly wounded body, Jasper tagged along with Elias and the rescue team as they entered the depths

Beckett, you really don't look

as if he had just gone fora dive, Elias couldn't help but

can leave it to us to search

Alyssa.

Mr. Lynch has informed