Tied Up

The boat rocked with the rhythm of the waves as Y/N gripped the wheel, her gaze fixed on the horizon. Behind her, Rafe Cameron was tied up, his face twisted in anger. His eyes burned with hatred, but there was nothing he could do now.

John B stood next to her, keeping an eye on their captive. "We need him to talk. No way we let him go until we get what we need."

Rafe’s voice cut through the tension. "You really think this makes you better than me, Y/N? You’ll regret this."

Y/N turned to face him, a calmness in her expression. "You’ve spent too long thinking you could control everyone. Not anymore."

Rafe tugged at his restraints, frustration building. "You’re weak. You’re nothing like me."

A bitter smile tugged at Y/N’s lips. "Maybe. But right now, I’m in control."

Rafe’s eyes narrowed, but Y/N didn’t back down. She turned back to the wheel, the engine roaring as the boat picked up speed.