Love Unspoken

The car jerked like crazy, swerving left and right before finally chilling out, leaving Quinn feeling all kinds of dizzy and out of it.

She managed to sit still and turned her head to look. Before she could get a good look at Alexander's face, there was a loud thud on the car window, leaving a white mark on the glass. Thank God the glass was bulletproof; otherwise, that shot would've gone straight through her head.

Quinn clutched the seatbelt tightly, seeing that the other car was still right next to theirs, trying to ram them again.

Alexander suddenly floored it, causing the other car to miss and almost veer off the road.

After a wild chase, they left the city and hit the wider outskirts, where the pursuers got even crazier, with gunshots going off like a freakin' rainstorm.

"Are these Landon's people?" Quinn couldn't help but ask.

Alexander glanced at the car behind them and then looked forward again. "I don't know. But it sure looks like it."

"Is he now openly trying to kill us?" Quinn asked, her voice all shaky.Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

She could feel that these people weren't just after Alexander; they wanted her dead too. Besides Landon, who else would pull this crap?

Alexander didn't respond, eyes glued to the road. The car behind kept trying to ram them, but always missed by a hair. Even without major hits, their car jolted violently, making Quinn's stomach do flips. Quinn kept looking back and saw that the rear window had cracks and signs of damage.

"Alexander," she called out, her voice full of anxiety.

Alexander had noticed too. His face was grim, and he said nothing, almost flooring the gas pedal.

"Get down," he suddenly commanded.

Quinn instinctively ducked her head.

The next second, there was a loud noise from behind, and a force hit the back of the seat. It was definitely a bullet hitting the backrest.

And it kept coming; the gunfire was relentless, not just on her side but on Alexander's side too.

Quinn looked along his arm and saw blood on the back of his hand, not knowing when he had been hit.

To shake them off, Alexander turned the steering wheel and veered onto a narrow path.

The path was too narrow for two cars, preventing side attacks. Shooting from behind was blocked by the trunk, and bullets could only hit the roof. After driving for about half an hour, the pursuers were still on their tail. Alexander suddenly slammed on the brakes and stopped.

He turned to Quinn. "Get out and run into the woods."

"What about you?" Quinn asked, her voice full of worry.

"I'll distract them. You go first. I've messaged Sean. They'll be here soon," Alexander instructed.

Quinn hesitated about getting out, especially seeing the wound on his hand.

Alexander urged, "Get out! They're catching up."

"Alexander, will you be okay?" she asked, looking all worried.

Though it was a terrible time, Alexander smiled at her words. "Wait for me," he said.

With his assurance, Quinn didn't waste any more time. She pushed open the car door and ran, heading into the thick grass and crouching down.

Then she saw several cars speeding past, their wind bending the grass and trees on either side.

She looked further ahead and saw Alexander's battered car. Sitting inside earlier, she couldn't see it, but now she had a more direct view.