Ensnared by Mafia, Days and Nights

Giselle tiptoed, arching her foot into an enticingly sensual curve that captured Henry Jefferson's gaze. It reminded him of the delicate pose she would sometimes assume during their intimate moments.

As she gracefully extended her limbs, she resembled a pristine white lotus in bloom, pure and untouchable. Her skirt swayed gently with each movement, her turns executed with flawless precision, reminiscent of willow branches dancing in the breeze-delicate yet resilient.

With each step, Giselle's dance grew more enthralling, and her expression shifted, revealing a hint of melancholy in her eyes as though she were sharing a secret sorrow.

Henry watched her face, his instinct to protect her stirring within him.

Their wine had been finished, and an observant waiter promptly brought another glass, though it lacked the rich aroma of Giselle's earlier drink.

Henry barely sipped it before setting it aside.

On the third beat of the music, Giselle's eyes caught Megan emerging onto the deck.

This was her signal to distance herself from Henry. Her heart leaped with a mix of excitement and anxiety.

Megan took cover, gesturing to Giselle from behind Henry-it was their signal. The drug was taking effect; Henry would soon be unconscious.

Giselle cast a quick glance at Megan, careful not to linger too long.

Despite being prepared, the nerves were too much, and she missed a step, nearly blowing her cover.

Henry sensed something off and suddenly waved her over, "Come here."

Megan, hidden behind him, flashed Giselle two fingers.

Less than two minutes left-

Giselle pretended not to hear Henry, silently counting the beats in her mind like a ticking time bomb.

A gust of wind whipped up from the sea, almost knocking her off her feet.

Henry sensed the anomaly. Trying to stand, he leaned on the sofa, but found himself drained of strength, as if it had been drawn out of him.

He collapsed back down, shocked. He glanced at the unattended drink, then turned back to Giselle with a stern, warning glare.

Beneath that warning was an unmistakable trace of fear.

That look briefly stunned Giselle. Gathering her courage, Megan suddenly signaled a definitive "OK" from behind.

"Jump!" Giselle whispered to herself.

Facing the ocean, Giselle turned once more to Henry and offered him a serene, heartfelt smile.

It was breathtaking.

A smile so genuine, Henry had never witnessed it before.

The deep blue sea and moonlight bathed her face, making her skin glow as though she were a mythical being rising from the sea. Watching Giselle's tender expression, despair washed over Henry, spreading through every limb.

He struggled to stand repeatedly but lacked the strength; his consciousness also began to blur.

To maintain alertness, he bit down on his lip, fighting hard not to succumb to unconsciousness.

The night deepened, and the cruise ship sailed through a particular cross-section of latitudes and longitudes on the vast ocean.

The sea was pitch black, except for a faint light from a distant lighthouse, and the sound of waves crashing against the ship.

Henry's eyes flickered with inner turmoil. Ultimately helpless, he slowly closed his eyes, swallowing twice.

When he opened them again, the deck was empty.

Beneath the cruise ship, the silent currents and dark undercurrents churned; Giselle had vanished as if she had never existed. Henry's knuckles whitened, but he could not fight the drowsiness any longer and drifted into unconsciousness.

Late into the night, a sudden storm unleashed its fury, churning the ocean into chaos.

The waves hammered relentlessly against the cruise ship, rocking it violently.

It was then that Henry awoke.

"Sir? Sir, wake up," Cooper called, holding an umbrella over him, checking his breathing, and shaking him gently.

Slowly returning from a long, dream-filled sleep, Henry's fingers twitched, and he gradually opened his eyes, his mind cluttered with fragmented memories.