AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I gradually regained my vision and hearing. I was shielded by Ethan's body. I could hear the pain in his groans, despite his efforts to suppress them. He was in pain and had a bruise on his forehead. His eyes were open and alert as he watched me.
"Are you okay?" he asked me.
"I don't know." Despite the cramped space, I tried to move my body to check for injuries but found none "I am okay. I'm okay," I assured him.
Thank youfor saving my life.
His gaze shifted away from me in an instant to check on Tristan. Ethan's icy right-hand man was still alive.
"We have to get out of the car," Ethan said.
* * *
ETHAN
We got lucky. That was an error on my part.
As the head of the family, whenever something bad happened, I had to ask myself what decision I had made that caused the event. Had I been too gentle? Had I made a mistake?
I couldn't tell what my mistake had been this time, trapped in the car with a dead man. The road was supposed to be deserted. Before venturing out, I always had my men scout the routes, but someone had gotten to my men that night. We had been ambushed. One of themhad been killed, and any of us could have been shot. I should have protected us, especially Vanessa, who had no business being outside of the safety of the mansion.
I heard Tristan's pistol from the front of the car. He'd turned and was now firmly crouching on his feet. The seatbelt kept the deceased driver suspended just above him.
"Are you hurt?" Tristan asked me.
"No," I grumbled, attempting to shift Vanessa and me into more comfortable positions.
"They're quiet," Tristan said, holding out his hand to prevent us from speaking so he could listen.
He crawled out first, opening the vent at the top of the car.
"You go next," I instructed Vanessa. It hurt everywhere she pressed her body against mine in her attempt to get out of the car, but I suppressed the pain. The bruises I had received from the accident were nothing compared to what could have happened if we hadn't been lucky. There were armed men on the road, not far from where the car had landed on its side.
I was the last to be helped out of the car.
"Are you okay? You lookhurt," Vanessa said,expressingconcern for my safety.
"I've been through worse," I said, pulling out my pistol. After checking it, I decided my chances of survival were better and slammed it back in. Tristan was already on his feet, trying to get a better look at the enemy.
The second vehicle was parked to my left, and three of my men were behind it, armed with guns and ready to fight.
"What do you see?" I asked Tristan quietly.
"We're outnumbered," he said.
I pushed myself to my feet, my pistol at the ready. "How many?" I asked.
"I seethree vehicles. We're not going to make it through them."
I looked at Vanessa, hoping she hadn't heard Tristan's pessimistic predictions. She had, and I could feel her trepidation in my chest.
What should I do? How am I going to save everyone?I pondered as Tristan and Vanessa looked to me for guidance.
I stall.
For the occasions when I went out, there were security measures in place at the mansion. If neither the chauffeur nor Tristan made contact, men would be dispatched to look for me.
"We all goout," I toldTristan and Vanessa. Surprisingly, neither argued with me nor questioned my plan.
