Chapter 2

Terrence Klein shifted in the front seat of the car and considered his options.

His boss, Jason Reed, had approached the group near the sports car. The headlights showed the woman on the ground and the three men.

He better not go crazy…

Terrence had seen his boss Jason lose it before.

It was terrifying.

He glanced around, gauging if there were any traffic cameras on this deserted stretch of road or if there were any other bystanders who might witness Jason killing somebody.

He prayed it wouldn’t go that far.

But he knew Jason and what he was capable of.

This was going to be bloody, and brutal.

Tonight, the road had already been closed, so who would have expected that five people and a Ferrari would break in here?

They’d disturbed Jason, who wanted to be alone.

Every year on this day, Jason always closed this whole road and stayed on it alone, wearing old clothes.

No one dared to ask the reason as if it were taboo.

Terrence who had worked for Jason all these years didn’t know the reason either.

At this moment, as he watched his boss lift a heavyset man with ease and slam his head against the wall over and over, he did not know whether he should stop him.

He got out of the car.

Beating up some would-be rapists was one thing. Killing them… wouldn’t be so easy to overlook. Or clean up.

And the men on this road were driving a Ferrari not a Ford.

Which meant, like Jason, they had money.

He started toward Jason and then paused when just as suddenly, his boss stopped fighting the man.

arm. “If you punch him

the man said. He balled his fist

that she really was able to see the man

a

was longer on top

to his feet, the man took a

Grace said. “He isn’t

and still as

deep breath and said, “It is not

nod nor move, but

and get back into his

he was addressing her, the

could do that she hadn’t already experienced in

these bastards stuck her head out of the car. “Holy sh*t! Is that Jason

climbed into the car and one asked, “Jason Reed, the

Grace understood their confusion.

old clothes. He looked… as broken as

no billionaire. His jacket was threadbare, and

with his asshole

When the road was once

said, “Thank you… for

beyond that, didn’t

the road, he

was cold and windy. And the temperature was due to drop even lower. If he were to sleep on the road for the night,

the man had saved her, Grace started walking

Where is your family? Do you have their phone number? I can help you call them and ask them to pick you

raised his head and

seen in her own eyes too many times when

that spoke of nothing to live for. No

stay, you can stay with me,” she

***

and she certainly hadn’t dated anyone or

saved her from

shuddered at the

As an attorney, she would’ve fought hard to see all of them in prison for their crimes or complacency in it. But

was never

did she bring

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255