Can’t Win Me Back novel (Alyssa and Jasper) novel Chapter 1903

Preston laid out two demands in his ransom call—no guns and Landon had to come alone.

"Jasper, Lyse, and Cyrus," Landon said. "You guys handle the situation here. I'll go meet Preston."

Without a second thought, Landon turned and headed for the door.

"Landon!" Jasper cried out, his heart hammering in his chest. He lunged forward and grabbed Landon's arm. "This is Preston's trap! He might kill you; you cannot go alone!"

"I know he wants to kill me," Landon said with a humorless smile that quickly twisted into a grimace. It was a sight that tugged at the others' hearts.

"Landon, we'll go with you!" Alyssa declared with determination in her gaze. "We can stay hidden and wait for an opening. That way, we can save Lauren and Angelina for sure!"

Landon shook his head. "Lyse, thank you, but I can't take that risk. If giving up my life means Lauren and Angelina can come back safely, then that's a price I'm willing to pay."

Alyssa's eyes welled with tears, and Jasper's heart sank further.

"Landon," Cyrus said, approaching him with a determined glint in his eyes. He opened his hand, revealing a tiny camera. "Take this. It'll allow you to stay in contact with the police. I'll handle things here."

Landon's lips trembled slightly as he took the camera. "Thank you," he rasped.

"Whether it's you, Lauren, or Angelina, you must all come back safe and alive." Cyrus took a deep breath, his small smile offering a warmth that felt like a hug. "Lyse and Jasper aren't the only ones worrying and waiting for you. Count me in, my friend!"

Landon was slightly taken aback. Then, he smiled and patted Cyrus' shoulders heavily.

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But he barely reached the second floor when the sound of multiple footsteps echoed from behind. Whipping around, Landon's eyes widened as he twisted his body, narrowly dodging two knives aimed at him with deadly intent.

More attackers followed, lunging at him with knives drawn.

Engaged in a ferocious fight, Landon's instincts kicked in. Seizing a long knife from one of the assailants, he wielded it skillfully, slicing through the crowd as if they were mere vegetables.

One by one, the attackers fell, blood pooling on the floor and limbs scattered around.

However, Landon wasn't unscathed. His arm was wounded, and his black coat was torn to shreds. He tore off a piece of cloth to tightly wrap around his wrist, securing his grip on the weapon.

But the fight was far from over. Another wave of attackers surged forward, relentless in their assault.