He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 799

Watching her fall nearly shattered his mind.

Julian's hand clamped down on her wrist like a vice, his grip so terrifyingly tight it felt like it might snap her bones.

Scarlett shook violently, her head snapping up to look at him.

She was dizzy, battered, and running on fumes. Her brain was completely clouded by the drugs and the pain.

He immediately went to work on the thick ropes binding her.

He tore at the knots with frantic, trembling hands, terrified of accidentally pushing her over but desperate to free her.

His ragged, burning breaths hit her face. Finally, the tension snapped, and the ropes fell away from her wrists and ankles.

The second she was free, her exhausted body gave out, and she collapsed entirely against his chest.

Looking up, she finally saw his face clearly.

He looked wrecked. His forehead was bleeding from a nasty gash, blood mixing with the cold sweat on his skin. Those deep, usually composed eyes were shattered—filled with a manic, terrifying blend of horror and overwhelming relief.

"Ju...lian..."

She buried her face in his chest, clinging to him. In that moment, the only thought in her mind was that surviving just to see his face one more time made everything worth it.

"I've got you. I'm right here."

"Come on, let's go. We're getting out of here."

Jaw clenched, the veins in his arms bulging, Julian pulled her up from the ground. He moved with extreme care, treating her like fragile glass, but his grip was unyielding.

A few feet away, Heath shook off the concussion from hitting his head against the concrete.

When he saw Julian untying her and preparing to walk away, a wave of sickening jealousy and pure panic washed over him.

They both knew his secret now. They knew who he really was.

If they made it back to the States, they would destroy him. But even worse—if Kane found out he botched the job and blew his cover, the cartel boss would flay him alive.

His heart stopped completely. Time froze.

Operating purely on instinct, he threw himself forward, his bleeding knees smashing into the pavement once again.

Just as she dropped out of sight, his hand shot out, his fingers locking around her wrist in a death grip!

The violent downward force nearly ripped his arm out of its socket.

Dangling in thin air, Scarlett looked down at the monstrous, churning water a hundred and fifty feet below, her heart seizing in her chest.

Above her, the muscles in Julian's arm screamed in agony, the bones popping under the immense strain.

He ground his teeth together, using every ounce of his brutal strength to hold her suspended over the void.

If his grip slipped, if his muscles gave out for even a second, she would fall to her death.

Hanging on the brink of oblivion, Scarlett looked up at the man holding her. His face was twisted in agony, his eyes bloodshot and desperate.