Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 698

Dylan let her go, but his eyes stayed locked on her face. "There are twenty bullets in this gun. No one expects you to actually use it. Those guys won't see it coming -you could take them out, no sweat."

Clara didn't hesitate. She wasn't scared, either. Honestly, rescuing someone seemed less terrifying than dealing with Dylan right now. Especially after he handed her the gun. He looked... bothered, almost pained.

She slipped her hand into her jacket pocket and pulled out the gun, turning it over in her hands. It felt weirdly familiar, the grip fitting perfectly-like it was made for her. Memories flickered through her mind, brief and confusing. Had she ever pointed this gun at him? Had she ever pulled the trigger?

The images vanished, gone in a flash, leaving her feeling a little lost. She gripped the gun tighter and looked up at Dylan, searching his face. "Was this always mine?"

She couldn't shake the feeling. The gun was special-definitely custom, nothing like the others she'd seen.

He didn't answer, just reached out and ruffled her hair. "I trust you," he said softly.

She was meant to shine, to be extraordinary. Even if her light never really touched him.

Head bowed, Clara studied the gun, wondering if she'd actually shot at her own husband before..... and he'd kept the gun anyway. The thought made her head throb, and her heart ache. She tried not to think too hard about it.

"Honey, I..." she started.

cold, so distant, but when it

suddenly felt something press between her lips-a tablet, bitter and cold. She stiffened, pulling

didn't answer. He just moved back to his seat. "Time to

say why. Then he added, "Fifteen minutes. I'll wait here-if you come

door behind her, still fuming without knowing exactly who or what she was

*

tower, Ryan was tied up-hands and feet bound, rain pouring down on him. The place was falling apart. Aside

drenched, freezing, and completely confused. He'd gone

woken up

been crashing at his place lately. Had

a shaky breath, cursing himself for being so easy to manipulate

missing for a

Dylan was behind

Qu

away. And if he did care, he never said it out

were the rumors-Clara's

Everyone said Dylan was behind it. The