Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 151

Scarlette watched as Quinn put on a melodramatic show, then glanced at the cool-as-a-cucumber Clara beside her. She couldn’t resist whispering, "Are you the devil or what?" How she came up such a wicked plan was beyond her wildest thoughts. She and Clara both thought the same. They were absolutely each other’s kind of ally.

Quinn, clutching a knife, had now sidled up to Colton. Seeing the tears on her face, Colton felt like every bit of this was worth it. He even closed his eyes in resignation. "Quinn, I know you're being forced into this. I won't yell out in pain. I know you're hurting inside too."

Quinn's lips quivered, her eyes red from crying. "Colton, I'm so sorry."

"You've got nothing to apologize for; I'm doing this willingly! Don't cry! It kills me to see you in tears!"

A determined glint flashed in Quinn's eyes as she plunged the knife forward, but she avoided any vital spots. Colton let out a muffled grunt, holding back his cries of pain. He didn't want to lose face in front of Quinn. If he could just get through this night, it'd be the ultimate test of life and death for both him and Quinn. Maybe then Quinn would ditch Simon and choose him. Just the thought of it chased away the pain, leaving him feeling oddly happy.

With tears streaming down her face, Quinn pulled the knife back and looked at Clara. "Is this enough for you devils?"

Clara pulled a bottle of water from behind her, a mischievous grin spreading as she lowered her voice. "This is just the beginning. This bottle's got poison in it—deadly stuff. Only one of you is walking out of here tonight."

She gestured to the bodyguards to grab Quinn. Quinn's face went ghostly white as she struggled desperately. "No, please, I'm begging you, don't!"

Just moments ago, she had kept it together, acting all high and mighty, but now, realizing her life was really on the line, all her bravado vanished, leaving her a sobbing mess.

Clara slowly approached, holding the bottle, her tone menacing. "Ms. Quinn, this’s what you deserved for crossing the wrong people."

She twisted open the cap, poised to force the water down Quinn's throat. Fear filled Quinn's eyes as she screamed frantically. "I don't want to die! I don't want to die! No! Why not let Colton drink it? Didn't he say he'd do anything for me?!"

At her words, Colton's eyes snapped open, as if questioning his own ears. Clara's movements stopped too. Quinn realized her words had an impact and her tone turned desperate. "Let Colton drink it. Didn't he say he'd do anything for me? Please, I don't want to die."

Clara signaled the bodyguards to let Quinn go. Quinn, as limp as a noodle, lay sprawled on the floor like a jellyfish. Clara crouched slightly, placing the bottle in front of her. "Ms. Quinn, will you drink, or will he?"