Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 9

Not too far away, Clara misjudged the acceleration of her electric scooter and it shot forward, crashing right into a car. She hit the ground, scraping her knee, and winced as pain shot up her leg.

The car's owner stormed out, livid and yelling, "Do you even know how to ride that thing?! Rushing to meet your maker, are you? Just my luck-this is a brand-new car, straight from the dealership! You better cough up the cash!"

Clara glanced at the logo and realized it was a Maserati. 'Fantastic,' she thought, her savings wouldn't even make a dent in this.

A crowd quickly formed, curious about who had the misfortune to crash into a luxury car.

The man grabbed Clara's sleeve. "Pay up right now, or I'm calling the cops!"

She shifted her weight to ease the discomfort in her leg. "How about ten thousand dollars?"

The man's face turned crimson with anger. "Are you serious?!"

Meanwhile, the light turned green for Dylan. He cast another glance over. His demeanor was icy, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

to step on the gas when Dylan

started to form

was intense. Sweat

no-nonsense attitude. "Let's get the traffic police involved first. How much is it? I'll cover it for

out of a multi-million-dollar, limited edition car. His anger quickly cooled. There wasn't another car like this in the whole city,

not to wait for the cops. "You

turned to leave, but

waist. A playful little

have that kind of money right now." Her

of irritation, clearly not wanting to deal with

the car. "Can I get your contact info? I'll send

acting like she didn't know him, and actually talking

it just makes it worse. I said you don't need to pay me

loss leaving her clueless as to who