Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 139

Chapter 139

After Nate hung up, he lunged at Clara once more.

"Clara, you heard it yourself. Your mom doesn't give a damn whether you live or die. So why should I care? If you try anything stupid, I'll make sure there's a video out there to shame your corpse. Even in death, you won't find peace."

Clara's hand shook at his words. She tried to back away, but there was nowhere to go. The windows were barred, making escape impossible.

With Naomi's approval, Nate felt invincible. He thought nothing would happen even if things got deadly.

She was barely holding on, unable to avoid his assault, and found herself pinned to the bed. Blood from her palms was smeared everywhere.

Nate's grin was twisted. "Finally got you on the bed, sweetheart. Don't worry, I'll take good care of you."

"Get off!" Clara fought back, the wound on her neck bleeding even more, but Nate didn't care. His hand moved down, grabbing at her waistband.

Her mind was a blur, and her struggles became frantic, only to be met with a harsh slap across her face.

"Stop moving, you little brat! You want me to get rough, huh?!"

Despair dulled Clara's eyes, leaving them empty.

Just then, the hospital room door flew open with a kick. Before she could process it, Nate was pulled away.

Nate was about to hurl curses but froze when a gun was pressed against his head, the barrel dark and threatening.

"Who... who are you?" he stammered, fear creeping into his voice.

Holding a gun in this city meant these people weren't ordinary.

Clara lay there, her wrist suddenly yanked into an embrace. She buried her head, not bothering to see who it was.

A suit jacket was draped over her shoulders, and the familiar scent immediately soothed her.

It was Dylan.

the wall. His face was pale

flanked him, guns aimed

tightly, and soon, the

something was placed in

his voice calm, "Remember

eyes, only just noticing the gun in

behind,

blank, but

replied firmly,

hers,

load it. This is

on her shoulder, and

on their guns. Was this

angle, Dylan's form

from the shock,

her hand after

decision to

gripped the gun tightly, hearing Nate's

do anything rash. This is illegal! And remember

uncle. You like Simon, right? Think about how you'll explain this

he finished, a gunshot rang

"Aaaahhh!"

screamed, clutching

second and third shot

to

shoulder, and

notice the intimacy, and the gun in her hand fired

scream

shifted, and she quickly pulled away from

did

of the bodyguards quickly

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