Revenge After Death



"I don't agree with this." Holding Steven's hand, I laid my head on his chest, making my upset clear. "I'm selfish. I don't want you to risk your life."

He rubbed my head and laughed. "Alright, anything you say."

I let out a breath of relief. Fortunately, he still listened to me.

"Mom, they locked the door from both sides." Ashton ran back over.

Then, he reached for our hands before continuing, "That passageway isn't locked, though." He pointed toward the vent in the corner.

Steven and I exchange glances.

So many of us were stuck on the deck right now. Rachel was still recovering from her injuries, and Xandra was just a feeble celebrity. Maverick wasn't really adept in self-defense, and that son of the Sacco family was nothing but a burden.

"We can't stay here for long. By locking the doors from the inside, they're planning to let us die out here. They're making us surrender by depriving us of food and water," Zion said, looking toward the direction of the vent.

"We could send some people through the vent to get food and water downstairs." Zion looked toward everyone.

Who could possibly want to volunteer?

"I'll go," he said unprompted. As a police officer, he was always at the forefront.

I didn't say a word. I just kept holding onto Steven's hand. He was a wanted target at the moment, and I was afraid that he'd get discovered.

"If we hand him over to the Rebels, we could at least gain a chance to leave. What if he's actually the president?" Yasmin suggested emotionally. "Even if we have food, how long can we actually survive on this deck?"

"Shut up!" I shot her a warning glare.

"I'll go. I'll go with you," Michael offered.

"Michael... you're hurt." Yasmin shook her head. "They're the ones who were being hunted. We were doing just fine in our room. If we hadn't saved them in the first place, we wouldn't be in this situation right now."This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Michael frowned. "This has nothing to do with what you said."

Her expression soured, and tears continued to well up in her eyes as she lowered her head.

"She's right. What if he's actually the president of Crowdstar Group? He could actually be our ticket to freedom. Think about all the clues provided. The president is a genius and is typically withdrawn. No matter how you look at it, he fits the description," said Uma with a smile.

"There are at least five geniuses on this deck right now. All of them are quite reclusive and atypical too. Don't you also fit the description? How about we hand you over instead?" I stepped in front of Steven protectively.

They were clearly trying to sacrifice Steven.

"Five geniuses? Where?" Joel asked smugly.

"Steven, her, Una, and me?" Eason was rather confident.

"I wasn't referring to you." I shot him an apologetic look.

He grunted and sat to the side without another word.

Joel laughed before teasing him, "You're still quite smart, though."

Eason rolled his eyes at him.

"Among all the people here, he's the only one who didn't go through the safe verification," Una said again, trying to go against me.

She was attempting to provoke everyone.

"Personally, I think we shouldn't be turning on each other. Even if the president is someone among us, we should still work together," Dayton said weakly. However, he was practically invisible, so no one paid him any mind.

"Save it. We're all in the same boat here. Who else is willing to go get food for everyone?" Zion looked at everyone.

"I-I'll go," Dayton said softly.

Zion ignored him.

"Who else?"

Joel raised an eyebrow. "I'll go."

Zion nodded. "The rest can wait on the deck. Try to look for shelter from the storm while we go look for something to eat. Stay safe."

"Only the three of you are going? That's awfully dangerous. There are people camping downstairs," Maverick said in a small voice.

"I'll go as well," said Eason.

Steven shot me a glance. I shook my head. He was being targeted at the moment, so going down there would be dangerous.

After the group of them went down through the vent, we started searching the deck for cover.

"Everyone find a spot and get some rest." Jimmy pointed at the corner. "We'll take turns keeping watch. Notify everyone beforehand if you have any issues."

I gripped Steven's hand tightly. "Don't do anything on your own."

He nodded in response.

"Are you hungry, Stephy? Why haven't any of you had something to eat?" Rachel fished out some bread from under her blanket and handed it to me.

I smiled before asking the two children, "Are you two hungry?"

They both shook their heads.