Vengeance in His Bed novel Chapter 73

Chapter 73: The Kill Zone

The sudden, deafening crack of a high-caliber sniper rifle shattered the quiet of the isolated industrial road.

Before Jannah could even process the sound, a high-velocity bullet tore straight through the passenger-side window, sending a violent shower of safety glass raining over the leather interior. The projectile buried itself deeply and directly into her right ribs. Jannah’s body jolted violently on Dorrent’s lap, a sharp, agonizing gasp ripping from her throat as her lungs immediately flooded with a suffocating wave of heat.

"Aaah!"

Blood began dripping everywhere, instantly staining her dress and pooling over Dorrent’s casual designer shirt. Her small fingers clawed frantically at his shoulders as she panted heavily for air, her chest heaving in short, desperate shallow breaths that barely brought any oxygen to her fading senses.

Dorrent didn’t hesitate for a single fraction of a second. His S-tier combat instincts overrode his fury as his arms tightened around her, holding her firmly and securely against his chest to stabilize her writhing form. With his right hand, he forcefully slammed his palm against the ignition button, igniting the luxury car’s high-performance engine once again with a roaring, aggressive growl.

Through the jagged, gaping hole where the car’s broken window had been obliterated by the gunshot, Dorrent threw a sharp, predatory look outside into the dense, overgrown bushes lining the desolate lower-district perimeter. His eyes scanned the perimeter with lethal precision, but he saw no particular suspicious person or lingering thermal signature in the immediate brush. The shooter was a professional, already melting back into the shadows of the ghetto.

Realizing he was completely blind to the assassin’s position, Dorrent slammed his boot down on the accelerator. The heavy luxury transport launched forward, its tires screaming against the cracked cobblestones as he flew out of the kill zone. His mind was entirely locked onto a singular, frantic objective: getting her to a medical facility for immediate treatment first. He absolutely did not have the luxury of time to hunt down or capture whoever had shot her; every tick of the dashboard clock was bleeding out the only female frequency his system responded to.

"Stay awake, Jannah! Open your eyes!" Dorrent commanded, his gravelly voice dropping into a panicked, authoritative roar that vibrated against her wet cheek. "Do not close your eyes! Look at me!"

Jannah tried with every single ounce of her fading might to stay awake. She forced her eyelids to tremble upward, trying to hold onto the blurred, terrifying silhouette of the Alpha holding her, but the sheer volume of blood loss was too rapid. The coldness of death began creeping up her fingertips, her vision completely going black. She couldn’t fight the overwhelming weight dragging her under; she eventually gave up her stubborn resistance, her head rolling backward as her limp, lifeless body slumped onto Dorrent’s broad shoulders, completely unconscious.

"Damn it, Jannah!" Dorrent growled, his knuckles turning white as he steered the high-speed vehicle with one hand through the dense lower-district traffic.

With his free hand, he reached into the back seat, violently ripping away his traveling trench coat and gathering the thick wool clothes around her gaping rib wound. He pressed his palm down onto the fabric with immense, bruising pressure, trying fruitlessly to stop the relentless river of blood from flowing out over his lap.

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