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.

it, right? Call

but now she was shaking

even now, did he want Clara? Damn Clara,

hands, she fumbled for her phone, terrified that another second's delay might mean a bullet

her fingers dialed Naomi's number with speed. "Mom,

beside her like she was nothing more than a stray dog-maybe less.

Dylan was so mesmerizing, even now, Quinn wanted to try one last

me take care of you. I can make you feel good too, and Clara's not innocent anymore. Who knows how many men she's been

had she spoken than a bullet lodged in

filled her eyes as she scrambled backward, unable to believe the man before

to his wheelchair, slowly cleaning the gun, silent. His presence was overpowering. Quinn was in agony but held back her screams. She couldn't afford to scream; all she wanted was for Clara to get there fast, or

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