Page 122 of Merciless Sinner

“What?” Amelia gasps. “How the fuck did they know we were here?”

“I don't know.” Her father pants out of breath.

Amelia snaps her gaze to me, then she sees my bag isn’t where she left it. She doesn't see the lipstick though, and I don't think she would figure it out. But I can tell from the enraged look on her face she knows there must have been some kind of tracker in there.

“You. You did this.” She points at me.

“I hope he kills you,” I growl.

She slaps me again.

“Untie her,” she orders the guard.

The guard undoes my ropes, hoists me to stand, then I'm being carted off through the door.

The four of us make it down the hallway, and I look at my surroundings. Wherever I was, it was at the bottom, basement sort of facility, in a house, or a building of sorts.

When we go outside, stepping into sunlight, I realize we were in a building, and where we just emerged from must have been some dungeon.

I can see the car is coming, as I'm being ushered over to a black sedan.

I see Virgo's car, and him inside.

He spots me too, and turns toward the direction we're in. But he's too far away, and we have a head start.

We pile into the Sedan. Amelia's father gets in the driver seat while she gets in next to him. I'm in the back with the guard.

We drive off as gunshots fire everywhere and tear out the facility, going through a pair of opened gates. Then we're on the road driving way too fast for a winding road without barriers.

Virgo and a few of the cars follow us at the same speed.

Shots are fired. One catches the wheel, another goes through the glass and into the security guard's head who is sitting next to me. He falls on me and I try to shove him off, but I can’t. He’s too heavy.

“Go faster,” Amelia cries to her father.

“I'm going as fast as I can. I—”

Before he can finish the next word, a bullet lodges in his head, and he slumps against the steering wheel. Amelia screams.

The car swerves from left to right and I scream too seeing what's going to happen.

We’re going to crash.

I brace myself, strapping the seatbelt on me, just before we go over the side of the road.

Our screams are all I can hear as we go down into a deep ditch.

ChapterThirty-Two

Virgo

Iwatch in horror as the car Olivia is in goes over the side of the road, landing into the ditch.

I screech to a stop and jump out of my car, praying with everything in me, she's okay. My men were aiming for the wheels of the car to soften the blow, but all crashes are bad, no matter how big or small. Regardless, I pray she's okay. I get to the side of the road. And see, her car is wedged between the rocks and a tree. Olivia is stuck inside the back, but she's moving. There's a nasty gnash on her forehead, but she's okay.

I ease myself down and manage to get to the car, but I also smell gasoline.

“Olivia,” I shout, yanking at the door.

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