Sentenced to Marriage by MadlainQ novel Chapter 90

Hoping for a miracle Max jerked my hand, throwing me out of the back of the van. I fell to the ground, ripping the skirt of my dress and tearing the skin on my knee. I landed right next to Damian’s bloodied corpse and instantly felt sick. The fury that boiled the blood in my veins mixed with the helplessness I felt made me want to scream, but I knew that I couldn’t provoke that mad bastard threatening me. “Get up!” he yelled, pointing his gun at me. “Get on your feet, bitch, and move to the front!” He walked closer, stepping his feet right in front of my head. I clenched my teeth and pulled myself up. He smirked as I got up, kneeling before him. I lifted my head and glared at him as he put his gun against my forehead. “As much as I like you on your knees, we have no time for that.” He chuckled, motioning with his gun to force me to move.

Cursing him inwardly, I stood up and started walking to the front seat of the car. I could feel the cold metal touching the back of my head, making me feel as if every step brought me closer to my execution. I kept thinking about how to escape him, but I quickly figured out that each of my ideas could have easily ended up causing my death. This guy killed two trained professionals before they even blinked. Did I even have a single chance against him? All I could do was stall for time… “Move faster, or I’ll have you killed here and now!” Max thundered, poking me with his gun. I clenched my teeth and kept walking as slowly as I could, knowing that every heartbeat could become my last. I could only do this much. A few seconds later, I was standing by the door on the driver’s side.

Suddenly, I heard the click of an armed gun coming from behind. “Put down your weapon.” Aren’s calm voice barely hid the waves of anger that were coming from him. He was sending a clear message of danger to the person he was pointing his gun at.

Max chuckled, and, a second later, he spun me around to face Aren as he stood behind me. His one arm was wrapped around my waist, pulling my back against him. His other hand still held a gun, aiming at the temple of my head. I could see Aren’s eyes widen, but then quickly narrow, his irises soaked in fury.

“Let her go,” he hissed.

Max chuckled coldly, the disgustful touch of his hand on my stomach. “Finders keepers,” he said, leaning over my ear while looking at Aren. Aren’s fingers curled on the trigger as he aimed at Max’s head. “Let her go or I’ll blow your fucking head off.”

Max scoffed daringly, pressing the barrel harder against my temple. “Go ahead, let’s see whose head blows up first, mine or hers…”.

I stood there, petrified and infuriated by my own helplessness. Aren clenched his jaw, his fingers restlessly shifting on the trigger, but I knew he wouldn’t risk my life just to get Max.

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Besides, I knew that Aren would rather capture him alive. Finally, he cursed under his breath and lowered his gun