MY SUGAR MUMMY IS A BEAUTIFUL VAMPIRE

Chapter 220: A Knight's dedication

Reggie, Gunther, and Randall sat on weathered crates by the shoreline, their gazes fixed on the restless waves lapping at the dock. The salty air carried the tang of anticipation as they awaited their boat to embark on their perilous journey.

A group of sailors, weathered and gruff like the dock manager, bustled about nearby, preparing vessels for departure. The brothers had approached several of them, inquiring about passage to the forbidden island, but each sailor had shaken his head vehemently, refusing to risk venturing anywhere near its cursed shores.

"We're gonna need a boat of our own," Reggie muttered, his brow furrowed in frustration. "No sailor in his right mind is gonna take us there willingly."

Gunther scowled, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. "Dammit, this whole situation just keeps getting worse. We can't afford to waste any more time sitting around here."

Randall nodded in agreement, his jaw set with determination. "Let's find one of these sailors who's willing to at least help us with a boat, even if they won't take us themselves."

As if on cue, a burly sailor approached them, his weather-beaten face creased with a mixture of curiosity and wariness. "You lot still dead set on sailin' to that cursed island?" he grunted, eyeing them skeptically.

Reggie met the sailor's gaze evenly. "We are. And we'll pay whatever it takes to get there and back."

The sailor scratched his head thoughtfully, considering their offer. "Well, ain't too many takers willing to lend out their boats for a trip like this, not after all the tales of ships gone missin' out there."

Gunther let out an exasperated sigh. "We're aware of the risks. Just tell us what we need to do to secure a boat."

The sailor shrugged, his expression resigned. "If you're willin' to pay up front and take full responsibility for the boat, I reckon I could rustle somethin' up for ya. But don't come cryin' to me if you end up regrettin' it."

Reggie nodded grimly. "Understood. Show us what you've got, and we'll take it from there."

After a tense negotiation, Reggie reluctantly wrote a hefty some of money on a check and gave the boat guy. It was enough to make even the seasoned sailor's eyes widen in surprise. Money wasn't an issue for the brothers.It was wild to even consider that as an issue. Personal knights of Rose Shelly being broke? Unheard of!

Once the deal was struck, the sailor grunted in approval, gesturing towards a sturdy-looking vessel moored nearby. "She ain't the prettiest ship in the harbor, but she'll get you where you need to go...hopefully."

As they made their way towards the boat, Randall couldn't help but voice his concerns. "What if we lose the boat as he had said, Reggie? Does it mean we will be paying for this raggedy old thing?"

Reggie clapped a reassuring hand on his brother's shoulder. "We'll cross that bridge when we come to it, Randall. Right now, our priority is finding Tessa and seeing what she's up to. Somehow, I feel we'll find treasures we've been seeking along the way as well,"

With grim determination, the three brothers boarded the boat, ready to face whatever dangers awaited them on the forbidden shores.

Reggie paced the deck of the boat, his mind whirling with a maelstrom of thoughts and worries. The rhythmic lapping of the waves against the hull did little to calm the storm brewing within him.

Rose. Sweet, gentle Rose. His thoughts kept drifting back to her, a knot of concern tightening in his chest with each passing moment. He couldn't shake the image of her, vulnerable and pregnant, in the clutches of Damien. The mere thought sent a shiver down his spine.

He knew he had to send her a message, reassure her that they were getting closer to finding Blake. But the truth was, Reggie couldn't ignore the gnawing fear that gripped his heart. What if they were too late? What if Damien had become unhinged again and was doing her harm? He wasn't even sure what brought about Rose's confidence to entrust her safety and that of her child to the egomaniac Damien was.

What if he had taken her away to some dark, hidden corner of the world?

The thought was unbearable. Rose deserved better than to be a pawn in Damien's twisted games.

And then there was Tessa. Headstrong, determined Tessa, with her relentless pursuit of the truth. Reggie couldn't deny that her quest had led them here, to the edge of the unknown. But he couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to her motives than she let on.

The forbidden island was their next destination. Reggie knew they were sailing into uncharted waters, both literally and figuratively. But he was willing to risk it all if it meant uncovering the truth, if it meant finding Blake and bringing him home.

Gunther and Randall stood nearby, their expressions grim and determined. They too understood the gravity of their mission, the stakes higher than they'd ever been before. But Reggie could see the flicker of doubt in their eyes, the uncertainty that lingered beneath their stoic facades. His brothers as much as they acted like they were dependent on him had always been his own ankor.

He wasnt sure there was much he could do without them.

"We'll soon be there," Randall muttered, his voice barely audible over the roar of the wind. "You ready for this, Reg?"

Reggie nodded, though his stomach churned with nerves. "As ready as I'll ever be," he replied, his tone determined despite the doubt gnawing at him from within.

The boat surged forward, cresting over each wave with a bone-jarring jolt. Reggie gripped the railing tightly, his knuckles turning white with the effort. He cast a glance back at the receding shoreline, a pang of longing fear and anxiety in his chest.

Rose. The memory of her warm smile when she wanted to of course. Her rigid powerful figure, everything about her filtered through his head, filling him with a bittersweet ache. He prayed she was safe, wherever she was, that she knew how much he and his brothers loved her and would go to any extent for her if it meant traveling the whole world just to find Blake and reunite them again.

But there was no time for sentimentality now. They were on a mission, one fraught with danger and uncertainty. They had to stay focused, keep their wits about them if they were to have any hope of finding Blake and unraveling the mysteries that lay ahead.