You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

The car Ricky was driving that was significantly better than their shabby Ford. They were slow and without a front windshield.

Joyce, gun in hand, peeked out the car window, “His gun has a short range and can't get to us for now. Can you drive a little faster?"

"Pedal to the bottom already." Karl kept breaking out in a cold sweat, his voice shaking. It was only a matter of time before Ricky caught up with them.

Joyce gave him a worried look.

Seemingly, his condition was more serious than just now.

“You hold on for a while, and when he catches up with us, I'll shoot his tires. However, your pistol doesn't have a long range either, and we need to get closer.” Joyce now focused entirely on the car behind them and Ricky was about to catch up with them at any moment.

“I'm going to take the off-ramp. The road ahead is curvy and has many turns. Ricky's vision will be affected to some extent and the speed of the car will be less of a problem. Sit tight. I'm going to make a sharp turn now."

wheel hard. The car

seat belt to stabilize her

from the rear, but fortunately they all fell short. Some of them grazed the body of the car, but still, they caused no real damage! sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ Findɴovel.ɴet

timely turn!" Joyce praised, and Karl was indeed quite good at driving. He was able to control the

favor. We don't have an advantage here,

Joyce frowned gently.

such an urgence and didn't carry enough supplies, while Ricky had come well prepared. Every shot she fired had to

Blood was seeping out again, quickly staining the lavender satin. It seemed that the bandage could not stop the bleeding. What's worse, for all

work. He would lose too much blood and his life would be in danger. He must rest flat on his back to stop the bleeding. Although only

able to hold on

were in tremendous danger right