Page 167 of Runaway Hearts: Seduced by Danger

“We have to escape,” I whisper, trying to pull Kai forward.

But he plants his feet, standing firm.

“I need to do something. Now,” Kai says, his voice determined.

Before I can argue, Tazo charges, his fist swinging toward Kai’s face. The force behind the punch snaps Kai’s head to the side, blood spraying from his nose. But Kai barely flinches, catching himself before Tazo can follow up.

People gasp and shout.

They clash violently, fists flying with brutal precision. Each hit lands like thunder, echoing across the platform. I back away, my eyes darting to Kenji, who hasn’t moved, watching with unsettling calm.

Oh, god… Is this going to be like the movies when everyone attacks the hero one by one?That doesn’t make sense.

Kai lands a solid punch to Tazo’s ribs, but the twin retaliates, driving his knee into Kai’s gut. Kai stumbles, clutching his side, but his eyes never leave Tazo’s, burning with fury.

Suddenly, Kenji moves—fast, way too fast. He closes in on Kai’s blind spot, ready to strike. Without thinking, I grab a hardcase umbrella from a stand, my heart ripping my chest apart.

“Marianne!” Kai shouts, but it’s too late—Kenji is almost on him. The false skin-like sleeves rip off.

I lift the umbrella.Come on, girl. Hit it.

More screams from the onlookers.

I swing the umbrella with everything I have, and it connects with a sickening crack against the side of Kenji’s shoulder. He drops like a stone, collapsing onto the concrete with a grunt, barely conscious. But he doesn’t grunt… or groan.

Bet you didn’t see that one coming, weirdo.

Tazo glances over at his brother, blood running from his split lip. His fury shifts toward me, but Kai tackles him, slamming him into theground before he can react. Both pant, bloodied and bruised as the fight rages on.

The clicks of heavy keysets jingling in the distance alert that the authorities will be here any second.

“Baby, let’s move!” I yell.

Kai grips Tazo’s arm and twists, hard. A sickening snap fills the air as Tazo cries out, his elbow dislocating.

Kai spits blood, pulling himself up, but he’s limping, clutching his side—a fresh injury. A broken rib?

His eyes meet mine, wild with adrenaline. “Let’s go. Now.”

I nod, heart hammering in my chest. My hands shake as I drop the bat, stepping over Kenji’s crumpled form.Shit, my prints.I grab the umbrella back. Tazo groans in agony, his elbow bent the wrong way, but his eyes still burn with hatred as he watches us make a break for the train.

“Ooh, cutee pie… I bet you bleed so prettee,” he singsongs.

I swallow and giggle. “Yeah, like every month, fucker,” I hear myself reply.

Who am I?

There’s no time to analyze my psychotic side.

We sprint, Kai’s arm slung over my shoulders for support. Every step feels like stepping in a bear trap, but the crowd parts around us like water.

“Platform nine,” I mutter, scanning the signs, my legs burning with every stride.

“There.” Kai gasps, his voice strained with pain.

Ahead, the train stands ready, doors still open, and passengers are boarding. We push through the crowd, bodies jostling us, slowing our escape.

The train horn blares, and the doors begin to close. Panic surges through me as we reach the platform. With a final burst of strength, I drag Kai forward, practically throwing him through the open door before it seals behind us. That was a close call.

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