Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 275

"Dylan, it's me, Clara. Please, don't do this to me."

No sooner had the words left her lips than she fell silent, watching in shock as he slowly stood up. Her eyes widened-could it be true? Were Dylan's legs really healed?!

She quickly crawled over, clinging to his feet, swallowing her pride. "Dylan, let me take care of you, please."

In the dim light, she did her best to exude charm, hoping to catch his eye. But then she heard the chilling click of a gun being cocked, and searing pain shot through her leg.

"Ahhh!"

She screamed, unable to hold it back, and soon her other leg was hit too. Dylan approached, crouching beside her. "Get Clara here."

His voice was casual, like he was talking about the weather. Quinn suddenly found herself speechless as the gun pressed against her forehead. There was a hint of a smile in his voice.

can do it, right?

death, but now she was shaking all over. She'd do anything to stay

even now, did he want Clara? Damn Clara,

terrified that another second's delay might mean

Naomi's number with speed. "Mom, you've got to

like she was nothing more than a stray dog-maybe less. In his eyes, she wasn't even worth a piece of

try one last time. Maybe

good too, and Clara's not innocent anymore. Who knows how many

than a bullet lodged in

eyes as she scrambled backward, unable to believe the man before her. This wasn't the Dylan she remembered, the calm and

wheelchair, slowly cleaning the gun, silent. His presence was overpowering. Quinn was in agony but held back her screams. She couldn't

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