Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 474

She floored the gas pedal, driving faster than she ever had before. As soon as

she screeched to a halt outside Z's cozy little house, she leaped out of the car and rushed inside.

The guys in the cars trailing her hadn't expected her to stop there. They pulled over too, excitement clear on their faces. Clara had walked right into their trap, and tonight, they planned to finish her off to complete their employer's task.

Clara reached the door and quickly punched in the code to get inside. The moment she stepped in, someone wrapped her in a hug.

"Z?"

"Yeah, it's me."

She patted his back gently. "Do you have any weapons here?"

"I do. I got a couple of guns from the Black Market, but they're too dangerous, so I've never used them."

The Black Market was a no-man's land, so picking up guns there wasn't unusual. Right now, that's exactly what Clara needed.

"Great, hand them over."

He opened a nearby drawer and handed her the guns, then sheepishly ducked behind her.

Clara caught on. "Are you scared?"

"Yeah, is that a problem? You can protect me."

as she cracked open the door. "No problem at all. Kind of refreshing, actually. You stay put while I

that, she opened the

men stood outside, each holding a

orders tonight. Come out now, and maybe

that Clara was already trapped. Clara smoothly loaded a bullet into the chamber and fired a warning shot. The bullet grazed the

froze, shocked that she had a gun and wasn't afraid to use it. Someone hesitated, rethinking. They'd been paid well, but nobody wanted to die

the man with the grazed cheek

That gun can't have many bullets, and she clearly doesn't know how to use it. If she did, that bullet would've

his bravado, and lunged at Clara.

attackers were down, wounded

terrified. This woman wasn't a novice. She was a sharpshooter and had

the shadows, puzzled by her own skill with guns.

the kneeling men, the car's headlights casting just enough light

recognize

the most pain,

ghostly pale, but he turned his head, refusing to speak. Clara pointed her gun at his forehead, her eyes cold. "Who

with the

in front of her, raising an eyebrow. The attacker wasn't just

knife was already coming at

dodged quickly, the blade grazing her arm. Instantly, she fired a bullet

without

two dead, the scene erupted