Billionaire's match novel

---- Chapter 680 The alley was narrow, cluttered with crates and barrels that made movement difficult. Nick gritted his teeth, dragging Khloe along while knocking obstacles over behind them to slow any pursuers. "t's okay, this way," he murmured, noticing her faltering strength. He wrapped half of her body against his, low and firm in his encouragement. Khloe nodded, following his pace as they raced toward another exit As they cleared the passage, two men dressed in black came into view, guns in hand, backs turned to them.

Trapped between a blockade ahead and pursuers behind, there was no choice-they had to break through. Khloe drew a sharp breath. Seeing Nick prepare to face two men alone, she clutched his hand tightly. His face flushed, sweat running down his temple, Nick's nerves were stretched to the limit. But he had no time to worry about himself-only one thought filled his mind: protect Khloe at any cost. ---- "Don't be afraid. No one touches you unless they step over my dead body," he whispered in her ear. Tears welled in Khloe's eyes. She couldn't speak, only shaking her head frantically.

Nick pressed a kiss to her cheek, pried open her fingers, and pushed her behind a stack of goods covered with tarps. Then, he stepped forward, drawing the men's attention with the same boldness, Khloe's heart leapt. Her eyes fell on a taxi parked along the roadside. The driver had just opened the door, stepping out to smoke, momentarily distracted. Without hesitation, Khloe ran for it, leaping into the driver's seat as the man stared in shock. She yanked a gem-encrusted ring from her finger and tossed it to him.

"I'm buying the car!" Before he could even respond, Khloe slammed the accelerator to the floor. The taxi surged forward like a wild animal, tires screaming against the asphalt. She swung the wheel hard, sending the car ina sharp arc, its headlights blazing directly at the two men threatening Nick. ---- The sudden glare of high beams blinded them, freezing their movements. Seizing the moment, Nick struck. His elbow smashed into one man's jaw while a kick sent the other flying backward Khloe pressed the pedal to the metal. The taxi lunged like an enraged beast toward the two men.

"Khloe-"" Nick shouted in horror. She was risking her life without a second thought. The men rolled and scrambled aside, ignoring the pain, but the taxi barely missed them, crashing into a nearby pile of cargo with a deafening crunch. The hood crumpled, smoke curling from the engine. The impact slammed Khloe into the steering wheel, the airbags bursting out and bouncing her back into the seat. Dizzy, a sharp pain shot through her abdomen, and her face drained of color. "Khloe!" Nick's voice cracked with panic as he lunged, wrenching open the mangled car door.

Khloe's head was scraped, but she was otherwise unharmed. She instinctively checked her abdomen, relieved to feel nothing ---- wrong, then looked back at him "You okay?" "I'm fine. But you..." Nick began, but the sound of footsteps from behind cut him off. They had to move-fast. He hoisted Khloe into the passenger seat, squeezed himself into the driver's seat, and fired up the engine. The car shot forward again and sliced through the alley. Nick had one hand gripping the wheel, the other clutching Khloe's hand as they fled.