You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Luther’s car managed to lose them and dodge from side to side.
“Sit back!” He barked.

Then, Luther made a beautiful sharp turn. The Maybach sped up to 280 km/h, directly into the off-ramp, leaving them behind, only unfortunately it was a highway farther away from the city. They drove further and further away.

In a short time, the car behind them caught up again.

Joyce sat up straight, clenched her seat belt, and stared, “Who did you offend?” This was a country where the rule of law prevails in Knebury, where guns were blatantly fired.

Luther opened the center console with one hand and took out a pistol, “Don’t be afraid, I’m here.”

She did not scream and cry in fear, bold enough to make him very surprised, but also did not have time to think about it.

As he drove, he opened the window and turned to shoot at the cars behind him.

The car was going too fast, and the wind was blowing violently into it. Luther can barely hold the steering wheel, but still wanted to shoot, which was obviously too difficult to juggle.

He had to race and try to shoot back the trailing car at the same time.
Luther was in trouble.

Then he heard Joyce’s calm and collected voice, “Give me the gun.” He thought he had heard it wrong.

Joyce said it again, “Give me the gun.”

Luther froze and glanced at her, completely unable to react.

situation was critical and imminent. Joyce simply grabbed the pistol directly from

steering wheel, and looking at her worriedly. He saw her skillfully opening the safety catch, “click” a bullet loaded.

sideways and probed

“Bang” a gunshot.

consistent and in one go!

ear-piercing, sharp

was

a flat tire.

One more.

the tires of the car chasing him.

belt, the whole person lying sideways on Luther. She handsomely held the pistol in

index finger overlapped

be fixed

was going extremely fast and the wind was blowing hard, scattering her long

was so gorgeous and cool. He had never felt so stunning. Valiant, handsome, no words

in the air and hitting the front wheel of the

time, and the body instantly overturned,

a marksman who can be accurate to 0.01mm. She was already merciful,

and the limousine whistled and sped