Page 33 of Vicious Tycoon


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My eyes frantically searched for a passage, whatever I could find to get us out of there. I grabbed her shoulders and laid her back against her seat and headrest.

“Quinn, don’t do this to me,” I prayed, pressing my lips to her ice-cold face. I realized she was still breathing. “Thank God…” I kissed all over her face, reaching for her seat belt. “I got you, baby… I’m here now…” I roughly pulled at the buckle, but it was stuck. “No…”

Harder.

And harder.

And harder. I tried with everything inside me to get her loose.

“Don’t do this to me! Don’t you dare do this to me!”

A loud explosion sounded from the front of the plane, and it quickly caught on fire. Through a terrified expression, I continued to fight with the seat belt to save both our lives.

No way in hell was I leaving her there alone.

If she died, then I died too.

It was hard to keep her head above water while I desperately yanked at the belt.

“Fuck!” I roared again, finding the strength to break it open. “Thank God…”

I didn’t have time to contemplate how close we were to death as I laid her on her back, placing her head on my shoulder and her body on my chest, then swam backward to get us away from the plane that was minutes from blowing up.

“Help! Someone help me!”

I didn’t think.

I didn’t hesitate.

I didn’t allow the fear to take over.

It was instinctual.

Shewas instinctual.

I fought with the rough traitor’s waves as soon as I got us out of the plane and into the open water. Within seconds, my body went underwater, and I fought with everything inside me to resurface, not knowing which way was up or down. I already felt the current sweeping my body away. It was stronger than anything I could have ever imagined.

Pushing…

Pulling…

My way to the top.

My lungs felt like they would burst the longer I battled my way to the surface, but I could hold Quinn up. The longer the water denied me air, the more it was a ticking time bomb in my core, mind, and every inch of my body. Each second that ticked by was another moment of hell.

My adrenaline kicked into overdrive, replacing everything but the need to get her to safety. Until finally…

I gasped.

Long and deep and hard.

My head was above water and with fresh air in my lungs, I was coughing, wheezing, and greedy for my next breath. I didn’t have time to catch my bearings before battling again, this time with the full-fledged current. I was being hauled away from the island I could faintly see. I swam, paddling and kicking as hard as I could, holding her as tight as I could.

As I struggled to keep my head above water and my body from giving out on me from the force of my fury and rage, I thought it was now or never.

I had to get us out.

Not to mention the frigid water temperature that my body battled to keep from going into shock. But that didn’t deter me from what I needed to do. Even though I knew we might not make it out alive. I paddled faster and harder, trying to shake off the looming feeling in the back of my mind that we might die.

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