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.

her off. He always did this-he was usually so cold, so distant, but when it came to kissing

lips-a tablet, bitter and cold. She

back to his seat. "Time to wake up," he

irritation, though she couldn't even say why. Then he added, "Fifteen minutes. I'll wait

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

*

up-hands and feet bound, rain pouring down on him. The place was falling apart. Aside from @handful of men huddled under a bit

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

somehow woken up here,

Simon had been crashing at his place lately.

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

been missing for

this gut feeling Dylan was behind it. There

Qu

kept her locked away. And if he did care,

were the rumors-Clara's last boyfriend,

was behind it. The