I Told You To Run But You Didn't (Georgia) novel Chapter 70

Chapter 70

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Georgia’s POV

“GIA!” Lucas roared, his face contorted with fury and fer. He gave up trying to persuade me. He shoved me violently towards the door, pulling me out into the driving rain. Before I could react, the cold, hard barrel of a gun pressed against my ribs. “Get in the car. Now.”

My blood ran cold. He had a gun. He was actually threatening me. I couldn’t fight him, not like this. Numbly, I let him push me toward his car, parked just beyond the porch light.

Just as he shoved me into the passenger seat, the front door of the house burst open. Estevan stood there, framed in the light, his expression grim. He immediately pulled Louiella and Erina out behind him, urgency in every movement. Their faces showed confusion and terror.

“SAVE THEM!” I screamed through the open car door, my voice swallowed by the wind and rain.

Lucas ignored me. He slammed my door shut, and I fel the cold metal of handcuffs snapping around my wrists behind my back. He jumped into the driver’s seat started the engine, and peeled away from the house just as the first black SUVs swarmed the clearing, their headlights blinding.

Through the rain-streaked rear window, I watched Este an shove Louiella and Erina into the back of his own car, his movements quick and efficient, before jumping into the driver’s seat himself.

Oh God, I prayed, my heart aching with fear as Lucas sped us away into the darkness. Please, keep them safe.

I glared at the back of Lucas’s head as he drove recklessy through the storm, my wrists aching against the cold metal of the handcuffs.

Every instinct screamed at me to fight, but what good would it do? A struggle in a moving car, with him armed and desperate? Pointless. Suicide. Better to wait. Save my energy. And find the right moment.

You pathetic, selfish coward, I thought, my anger a cold hard knot in my stomach. Using Louiella and Erina as bait. Threatening me with a gun. All to save your own skin and feed your bruised ego.

We finally descended from the mountain, the bumpy logging trail giving way to the rain-slicked asphalt of the town’s main road. He slowed down, probably thinking the immediate danger was past. Big mistake.

With practiced, economical movements honed by years of training – skills he never bothered to learn about – I manipulated the locking mechanism of the cheap handcuffs against the metal seat frame. It took less than ten seconds, The satisfying click as they spran open was almost deafening in the tense silence.

I casually rubbed my wrists, bringing my hands forward Lucas glanced over, saw my free hands, and his jaw dropped. His eyes widened in pure, stunned disbelief.

“H-How…?” he stammered, his knuckles white on the steering wheel.

A cold, humorless smile touched my lips. “Oh, did I foret to mention my escape and evasion training during our three years of marital bliss?” I asked, my voice dripping with sarcastic sweetness, “Or the countless hours I spent picking locks in simulated hostage situations? Silly me. Must have slipped my mind. while I was busy playing the perfect, boring housewife for you.”

Before he could react, my right hand shot out, not in a lunch, but in a precise, targeted strike. My thumb and forefinger found the pressure points on the side of his neck, squeezing hard. It was a non-lethal technique designed to temporarily disrupt blood flow

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His eyes rolled back in his head, and he slumped forwal against the steering wheel, unconscious.

I quickly shoved him sideways into the passenger seat, noring the dead weight, and climbed over the center console, taking control of the wheel. I cracked his window open a few inches, making sure he wouldn’t suffocate, then slammed the car into gear.

Okay, where would Estevan go? Not back up the mount in. Into town? No, too exposed. He’d head for the highway, towards the city, towards safety. I scanned the ark, rain-swept streets, searching frantically for his distinctive Mercedes. Nothing.

My phone. Maybe he had his comms open. I fumbled for it, dialing his number with shaking fingers. It rang. Once. Twice. Then went straight to voicemail. Of ourse. Why would he answer me now? He was probably in the middle of his own fight for survival, dealing with the mess I had created.

Just as I lowered the phone, headlights flared in my rearview mirror, blindingly bright. A black SUV, materialized out of the storm behind me, accelerating hard. Then, the unmistakable muzzle flash. Crack! A bullet starred the rear windshield right next to my head

Damn it! They weren’t just after Estevan. They were after me too!

I stomped on the accelerator, weaving the car through the empty streets, searching desperately for an escape route, the SUV hot on my tail, gunfire echoing through the storm.

The tires screamed as I took a sharp left, then a right, tring to shake them, but the SUV stuck to my tail like glue.

“Shit.”

The town streets were a dead end, a labyrinth leading nowhere. I saw a narrow, overgrown track leading off towards the cliffs overlooking the sea – the old scenic viewpoint. A dead end. But maybe, just maybe, defensible.

I swerved onto the muddy track, bumping over rocks and roots until I reached the small, crumbling parking area at the cliff’s edge.

I slammed the car into park, glancing back at the unconscious Lucas slumped in the passenger seat. Damn idiot. I couldn’t just leave him here to be executed. I quickly checked his pulse- still there. Fine. He deserved to live and suffer the consequences of his stupidity.

Headlights flooded the small clearing as the black SUV kidded to a halt behind me, blocking the only way out. The rain was relentless now, coming down in cold,eavy sheets, turning the ground into mud.

Two men got out, moving with professional efficiency, ad in black tactical gear, assault rifles held at the ready. They fanned out, creating a kill zone.

I grabbed the pistol Lucas had used to threaten me aheap, unreliable piece, but better than nothing.

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I stepped out of the car, using the open door as partial cover, the cold rain instantly soaking me to the bone.

I stood there, trapped between the armed men and the heer drop behind me, the churning, storm-tossed sea roaring hundreds of feet below. Nowhere left to run

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