Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 217

After waiting for what felt like forever, Quinn was still clueless about how her actions had become the talk of the town. Meanwhile, the man received a hefty payment of a million and a half bucks from Clara, right on his phone. Finally, freedom was in his grasp.

He turned to Quinn, who was utterly bewildered, and couldn't help but smirk. "Oh, Quinn, you thought you had it all figured out, but someone outsmarted you."

Quinn was starting to panic. The Bradfords were nowhere to be seen, and she felt her confidence slipping. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice shaky.

The guy had been itching to get back at her for years. He'd swallowed his pride one too many times because of her. Now, with money in hand and a ticket out of town, he wasn't going to miss his chance to put her in her place.

In a fit of rage, he began tearing at her clothes.

Quinn was caught off guard. "What are you doing?! Do you even know who I am?! You better stop right now, or you’ll regret it for the rest of your life!"

"You bitch," he snarled, "when you took my ear from me, I swore I’d get my revenge."

Quinn tried to scream, but he slapped her repeatedly until her face was swollen. He unleashed his fury, leaving her dazed and unable to wrap her head around the situation.

She begged for mercy, but he wasn't listening, just kept on thrusting.

Quinn's eyes were bloodshot, filled with rage. When her family arrived, she’d make sure this man paid, make sure he met his end! However, after hours of torment, they still hadn't shown up.

Quinn was sobbing when she noticed a tall man stop nearby. His build was impressive, and even with a silver mask, he exuded authority. Her eyes brightened as she reached out. "Help me, please."

The beggars were spooked by the man’s presence and froze. But he merely lit a cigarette, his gaze indifferent, as if he hadn’t seen a thing.

Realizing he wouldn’t step in, the vagrants resumed their approach. In the dim alley, the grim reality continued to play out.

Quinn watched him turn a blind eye, her chest heaving violently before she coughed up blood. Was she hearing things, or did he coldly mutter, "What makes you think you deserve my help?"

Her mind was a whirlwind, her overwhelming hatred threatening to consume her. Rage, despair, and an even deeper loathing twisted inside her. Everything was Clara’s fault, and she would never let Clara off the hook. As long as she breathed, Clara would pay!