When Love Breaks by Jack

Chapter 270

My hands clutched the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles turned white. Under the threat of the criminal’s blade, fear coursed through my veins

Even after exiting the parking garage, the knife remained at my throat, barely noticeable yet unmistakably there.

Frozen in place, the fear within me escalated with each passing moment.

I tried to keep my voice steady. “Who sent you?”

The man snorted, “Cut the chatter and keep driving.”

His guard was up, making it clear he wasn’t to be trifled with.

Suddenly, it clicked. Bryant’s waming this moming… It all made sense now,

But neither of us could have anticipated this.

It was the weekend, and traffic was starting to pile up.

etemity, we finally made our way out of the bustling city center along Harmony

the more my panic

more we ventured

only time the man spoke was to command me at intersections, like when we approached a red light and he ordered, “Turn left.” Then, amidst the silence, my phone rang, cutting through

my

Ferguson, what’s going on? She’s been waiting outside for ages and hasn’t

signal or something? Jane? Did you even leave your house yet?” Gregory, puzzled, asked, “Hello? He couldn’t finish his sentence before the man, with a swift move of his hand, ended the

tone, he spat, “I told you, no funny

slipped because I’m so nervous,”

to sound convincing

pressing the knife slightly against my neck. “Make another

that could

soaked my back as I resigned myself

calling again twice,

through the grand entrance, we stopped in front of a dilapidated house,

the brakes, another car pulled

and opened my door, snarling, “What are

fumbling