Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 152

Colton was head over heels for Quinn, but after everything that went down, how could he possibly keep chasing after her? After tonight, he might finally snap out of it.

Trailing behind Clara, Scarlette finally spoke. “Clara, I’ve gotta admit, I underestimated you. Do you have another plan tucked away? Colton seemed pretty wound up back there. What if Quinn manages to sweet-talk him? Are we seriously not going to do anything else?”

Clara pulled off her disguise, her eyes twinkling brighter than the stars. “Nah. I know Quinn too well; she won’t leave any loose ends.”

“What do you mean?” Scarlette asked, intrigued.

Clara gave a sly smile. “She’s all about maintaining her perfect image, but now that Colton’s seen the real her, he can’t be allowed to live.”

Basically, Quinn would handle it herself and pin Colton’s death on the kidnappers from tonight. It’d all be swept under the rug, allowing her to carry on with her innocent act.

Scarlette raised an eyebrow, grinning. “You’re sharp, really sharp. So, should we step in and save Colton later?”

Clara settled into the car, a satisfied grin on her face. “I’ve already tipped off the Warren family. They're on their way to rescue Colton. If we save him, he’ll just think it’s another test of love. But if the Warren family steps in, it’ll mean something completely different.”

Scarlette gave her a thumbs-up. “That’s brilliant.”

Colton and Quinn remained at the construction site. Colton was still in shock. His view of Quinn was shattered, but a tiny part of him still held onto hope.

“Quinn, did you really not hesitate for even a second?” he asked, disbelief etched on his face.

Quinn’s face was pale, her back straight, her palms clammy with cold sweat. She hadn’t thought things would go this far. She figured Colton would be a goner after drinking that bottle, but now everything had flipped on its head.

A flash of cold determination crossed her eyes. That recording everyone was gossiping about was still going viral. If Colton blabbed about tonight, her five-year act of innocence would unravel.

She glanced at the knife Clara had dropped and quickly bent to pick it up.

Colton’s heart, which had held a sliver of hope, was now gripped by terror upon seeing her grab the knife. “Quinn, what are you doing?” he asked, panic rising.

Quinn’s face was a mask of indifference; all her previous frailty and innocence had vanished, replaced by a chilling ruthlessness.

“Colton, you can’t blame me. Tonight, you’re going to be one of the kidnappers’ victims. Don’t worry, I’ll avenge you by finding the one behind all this,” she said, her voice cold.

Colton stared at her, disbelief in his eyes, as the last shred of hope crumbled. His face turned ghostly pale. He still believed this was just a nightmare.

Quinn didn’t hesitate; she never did when it came to matters like this. The knife plunged into Colton’s chest without warning.