Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 623

Simon gripped his phone so hard his knuckles turned white, watching helplessly as Ryan's car pulled away from the townhouse and disappeared into the night.

Whenever he tailed Ryan, he kept his distance-sometimes so far he needed binoculars. He couldn't risk being caught. Ryan wasn't easy to fool anymore; these days, he'd drive around in circles, making it nearly impossible for anyone to follow him.

With a frustrated sigh, Simon tossed the binoculars aside. His eyes stayed fixed on the house swallowed by darkness, a cold glint flickering in them. Slowly, a sly smile crept onto his lips.

It was nearly three in the morning when Ryan's phone rang. He was still hunched over his desk, buried in work, not expecting a call from Simon-let alone from the hospital.

He didn't want to see him. He never liked Simon, and tonight, he was in no mood.

But then Simon said something that made Ryan forget everything else.

"Ryan, I was attacked. I don't know if Dylan's people did it or not."

Dylan made a move?

Ryan's heart skipped a beat. He grabbed his keys and rushed to the hospital, where he found Simon looking like he'd barely survived the night.

arms; his face was so pale it was almost gray. Still, when he saw Ryan walk in, something like relief—and maybe a

you're okay. After what happened to me, I thought you'd be next. Looks like Dylan's

it. Not entirely. He kept his voice flat. "Any other news about

Ferguson family's reach was everywhere. Maybe Dylan already knew where Clara was hiding—and maybe he was just playing with her, like a cat with a mouse. The thought

a guy like Dylan had that much power, he was

Dylan really wanted her, how could she ever get away? Simon let out a raspy, bitter laugh. "He's making a scene, alright. I heard he's tearing the

about that man-if anything happened

bit. But he didn't want to see him get hurt,

couldn't trust everything Simon said.

once.

ed back against the

Simon eased

I hadn't been lucky tonight, I'd be dead. You should watch your back too. Dylan might took like a gentleman to everyone else, but I know what he really is a snake. Why else would he force Clara to marry him? And don't forget, he killed my cousin with his own hands. Even Grandpa knows, but he still lets Dylan do whatever he wants. He controls

enough. He stood up and walked out, not bothering

mocking smile

chest ache, sharp and