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Love After Leaving: No Regret (Agnes and Raymond) novel Chapter 133

Chapter 133 To Her Rescue

Raymond landed, and before he could catch his breath his phone rang. It was Astrit hands shaking on the wheel as he tore through the night, racing toward the coordinate

Agnes paced the shabby cabin, nerves frayed to the breaking point She could not afford a mit every muscle drawn ight with dread.

She waited inside, then crept out to the tree line to scan the woods, anxiety gnawing at her and checked every shadow.

As dusk fell, she heard the crunch of tires outside. Her heart thundered. Someone had come for ner

She bolted for the door, but through the grimy glass, she spotted an old, battered van. Terror creber

It was not the embassy.

It was them.

It was Bisky’s van. She recognized every dent and scrape.

How did they track her? She froze, panic rooting her to the spot.

She stared at the window, hands shaking. It was Bisky’s junk heap, no question.

Her body quaked as the truth set in. She was in even worse danger than before. Blinded by panic. Agnes scrambled out the back window and sprinted into the woods.

She clutched a screwdriver she had taken from the skinny man’s car, her knuckles white on the handle

Bisky and the fat slob saw the car parked nearby and immediately guessed Agnes was close. There was only the one cabin.

They stormed inside, tore the place apart, then fanned out into the forest to hunt her.

They had the numbers and knew every inch of these woods. It did not take long before someone shouted. Over here!

Agnes saw flashlights slicing through the darkness behind her. Her heart plummeted. This was the end

Branches clawed at her ankles and hair, tripping her at every step. She stumbled and tell but kept running lungs burning and legs trembling, refusing to stop.

She could not outrun them. The fat slob and his crew caught up fast.

The fat slob grabbed her by the hair and slapped her so hard her ears rang

Her thoughts screamed, If I’m dying here, I’m taking you with me.

She plunged the screwdriver straight into his eye.

He howled, blood spurting as he clutched his face, his screams echoing through the trees.

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Agnes tore free and ran. The rest of Bisky s gang thundered after her curang is thera brush.

She thought. Goodbye, world This brutal life ends here

She kept running, sobbing, hope unraveling with every step as their voices closed in behad het

She couldn’t outrun them, and they outnumbered her

Suddenly, she crashed into something solida chest like a brick wall. She bounced back dad

A strong hand seized her wrist and pulled her into a crushing embrace.

She looked up, wild with fear. It was him. Raymond had found her.

Her strength collapsed. She burst into tears, clinging to him as if she would never let go.

She sobbed, Raymondoh my god, RaymondShe pressed herself against him, desperate for safety

Raymond held her tight. His voice was low, every word trembling with emotion. You’re safe. I’m here Nothing’s going to hurt you.

Bisky’s crew caught up, clubs gripped tight, eyes locked on Raymond.

They had no idea who he was or where he had come from, but they hesitated, sizing him up.

They did not dare make a move because Raymond was not alone. Several local men from a rival crew stood at his side.

The two sides squared off, reputations hanging in the balance. No one wanted to start a war.

If anyone made the first move, it would explode into chaos.

Raymond shrugged off his coat and wrapped Agnes up, covering her bruises and cuts. Seeing her so battered nearly broke him. He demanded blood.

He shoved her behind him, ready to fight, but one of his men pulled him back.

If Raymond threw the first punch, both sides would go to war. Now was not the time.

Raymond’s crew negotiated, voices sharp and cold.

After tense bargaining, Bisky’s gang backed away, fury in their eyes. Bisky shot Agnes a murderous look. then glared at Raymond.

It was a threat. Next time, there would be no mercy.

Raymond hurried Agnes to a hotel. After everything she had been through, she could not leave his side for a

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