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Chapter 169: Outside, Allison was slammed against the car, her chest pressed hard onto the hood.

She had always been a woman of striking beauty, but now, in those red high heels, her long legs appeared even more tantalizing.

With her wrists bound behind her back, she was a vision that could ignite desire in anyones eyes.

Rugal sneered as he sauntered toward her, his gaze lingering over her body.

Damn, youre a stunner.

Lets see how pretty you look when Im done with you.

His voice dripped with lecherous intent, his hands twitching, eager to seize her.

The car headlights bathed them in a harsh glow, but the intensity of the light created a brief, blinding distraction.

It was all Allison needed.

In one sharp movement, she yanked her hands free from the restraints.

Her eyes turned cold as ice.

Too bad youre too revolting for me, she said, her voice like a blade.

You dont deserve to breathe.

Before Rugal could react, she spun on her heel and drove a powerful kick into his groin.

The force, combined with the sharp tip of her stiletto, punctured deep.

Blood gushed between Rugals legs as his scream tore through the night.

Ahhh!! You bitch Ill kill you! he howled, doubling over in agony, his face twisted with rage.

Latest novels at gⱯlnσνe????s․cøm But Allison was swift and merciless.

She swung her leg again, her bloodied stiletto now a weapon of death.

Crack.

The sickening sound of bone snapping echoed through the air.

His neck crumbled under the force of her blow.

Eyes wide in disbelief, he collapsed to the ground, lifeless.

The commotion should have alerted Damon inside the cabin, but chaos reigned there as well.

You made a fatal mistake touching her, Kellans voice cut through the din, icy and calm, though his eyes burned with barely contained fury.

His muscles tensed, veins bulging, as he sliced through the ropes binding him with a shard of broken glass.

In one fluid motion, he grabbed the chair hed been tied to and swung it with all his strength.

Crash! The chair shattered against Damons skull, splinters flying as blood smeared the tattoos on his neck.

The impact left Damon reeling, his mind spinning, but Kellan didnt waste a second.

With a brutal punch to the gut, Damon crumpled to the floor, gasping for air.

You… you were faking it this whole time? Damon groaned, clutching his abdomen, struggling to comprehend the sudden shift in the situation.

The man who had seemed so composed, almost docile, was now a force of raw violence.

Kellan wasnt finished.

As Damon opened his mouth to call for help, Kellan was already looming over him, gripping a jagged piece of broken chair with deadly intent.

Wait, you cant be serious Damons face drained of color, but his words died in his throat as Kellan drove the sharp wood into his chest.

Blood gushed out, splattering across the floor and onto Kellans face.

I think you shouldve died long ago, Kellan muttered, his voice chillingly calm.

There was no hesitation, no remorseonly swift, lethal precision.

Kellan wiped the blood from his face with the back of his hand, stepping over Damons crumpled body as though it were nothing more than a discarded rag.

Outside, his shoulders relaxed slightly when he saw Allison standing unharmed.

Lets go.

They moved together in perfect sync, without exchanging words.

The violence had taken only minutes, their actions sharp and efficient like a deadly dance.

But the noise had drawn attention.

The remaining men were nearby, exchanging uneasy glances before gripping their weapons.

Allison quickly scanned the area and, without a moments hesitation, grabbed Kellans hand.

Theyve got guns.

We cant take them head-on.

They bolted toward the dark forest, their feet pounding against the ground as the wind howled in their ears, the cold night swallowing them whole.

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