Jack pov
The storm was a monster, wild and unstoppable. Rain pounded against my face as I gripped the boat’s wheel, my knuckles white from holding on so tight. The waves crashed hard, rocking us side to side, but I didn’t let go. I couldn’t. My eyes stayed locked on the dark water ahead, cutting through the chaos with every ounce of focus I had left. The cold bit into my skin, sharp and deep, soaking through my clothes, but I didn’t care about that. All I could think about was Rose—getting her somewhere safe, away from the nightmare we’d just escaped.
Behind me, the yacht was disappearing into the blackness. The storm was swallowing it whole, piece by piece, taking Angelo with it. I could still picture him falling, his body hitting the water, the sharks tearing into him like he was nothi
