Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 801

At the basement entrance, Kay listened closely, every muscle tense, before quietly pulling out his gun.

The people coming in were all familiar. Each one smelled like blood, and none of them wasted words.

"Move."

If he stepped aside, maybe he'd walk out alive. Dylan hadn't spent all that effort turning Kay into what he was just to lose him now.

Kay tugged down the brim of his cap, grabbed two guns, and launched himself forward.

Five guys dropped in a heartbeat. The rest started shooting, but Kay moved fast, diving behind cover. While bullets tore through the air, he reloaded with steady hands.

There were over thirty of them, every face twisted in shock. "You'd shoot at us? Did you forget whose side you're on?!"

Kay didn't answer. He just kept his eyes low, sliding fresh bullets into the chamber, using the glint of a nearby glass panel to line up his next shots.

No matter what they yelled, he didn't flinch. He moved like a shadow-calm, deadly, impossible to pin down.

When it was over, Kay stood among the bodies. Suddenly, a bloody hand clamped around his leg.

"Betray us... and you're dead."

Kay didn't even pause. He crushed the hand beneath his boot and looked up at the dark night outside. He pulled his black cap lower over his eyes.

The cap was part of his jacket—a single, shadowy outfit. It was all he ever wore.

taken down a few more attackers. Now the two dogs padded

away with his foot and glanced at the dogs.

sounded more like placeholders than

then suddenly barked toward the far end

More trouble. The old man really wasn't letting Clara

about to disappear into the shadows when a

try to stop me from killing Clara, we're done. Don't ever come near me

froze, squinting into the

out, her face half-lit and

found

Kay's eyes narrowed. "You..."

was a warzone. What was she

I could handle

face. Even with his mask

years, Kay. Tell me who's more important to you, me or Clarà? I promise, if Clara dies, I'll be with you know I've always chased after Dylan, but I keep my

relentless. She knew exactly how he felt about her-and she wasn't

how

Dylan, out in the

shining Miss

respected architect. The girl

everyone admired.

silent. Tara's patience snapped. She wrapped her arms around