Regret Came Too Late (Grace and Ethan) novel Chapter 126

As soon as Hendricks hung up the phone, he lunged toward Grace again.

"You heard her yourself, Grace. Your own mother doesn't give a damn if you live or die. So why would I? I swear, if you kill yourself, I'll film everything I do to your corpse and make sure the whole damn internet sees it. You won't even be able to rest in peace."

Grace's hand trembled. She tried to back away, but there was nowhere left to go. The window had iron bars. She couldn't make an escape.

Now that Hendricks had the green light from Carmen, he felt completely untouchable. Even if this ended in murder, he figured he'd walk away clean.

Grace was already barely hanging on and didn't have the strength to dodge him this time. He tackled her onto the bed, pinning her down.

Blood from her wounded hand smeared across the sheets.

Hendricks' face twisted into a grotesque grin. "Finally got you under me, baby. Don't worry, I'll take real good care of you."

"Get off me!" Grace shouted. She thrashed under him, her neck wound tearing open, but Hendricks didn't care. His hand slid down, grabbing the waistband of her pants.

Her brain went blank. She fought harder, but he smacked her hard across the face. "Stop moving, bitch! Do you really want me to get rough?"

Grace's hope started to drain, and her gaze went blank.

Right then, the door burst open with a violent crash. Before she could even process what was happening, Hendricks was yanked off her. He opened his mouth to curse, but the barrel of a gun pressed to his temple shut him up fast. The weapon looked ready to fire any second.

He froze, paralyzed with fear.

"W-Who the hell are you?" he stammered.

His voice turned shaky like he was terrified to breathe wrong. Whoever had the authority to bring a gun into a high-security facility in Druville wasn't ordinary.

Grace was still on the bed when someone grabbed her wrist and pulled her into a solid embrace.

Her face was buried in the person's chest, and she didn't even care who it was—until a suit jacket dropped onto her shoulders. The scent hit her immediately, calming the panic boiling in her chest.

It was Ethan.

She looked up and saw Hendricks kneeling by the wall, pale and shaking. Two bodyguards stood on either side of him, each holding a gun to his head.

She clung tightly to the suit jacket as Ethan leaned in from behind, wrapping her gently in his arms.

That was when she realized he had slipped something into her hand.

Ethan's chin rested on her shoulder, his voice low and calm. "Do you remember how to use it?"

Her eyes blinked in confusion. Then, she noticed she had a gun in her hand. He was still holding her from behind, guiding her hand as if showing her how to load the weapon. Grace's mind was blank, but fury boiled just beneath the surface.

"I can learn," she said flatly.

Ethan's hand wrapped over hers, guiding each movement. "This is how you chamber a round. That's the trigger. Line up your shot."

His chin was still resting on her shoulder as he held the gun. The two bodyguards pointing their guns at Hendricks nearly lost their grip when they saw the scene. Was this really Ethan?