Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 275

"Dylan, it's me, Clara. Please, don't do this to me."

No sooner had the words left her lips than she fell silent, watching in shock as he slowly stood up. Her eyes widened—could it be true? Were Dylan's legs really healed?!

She quickly crawled over, clinging to his feet, swallowing her pride. "Dylan, let me take care of you, please."

In the dim light, she did her best to exude charm, hoping to catch his eye. But then she heard the chilling click of a gun being cocked, and searing pain shot through her leg.

"Ahhh!"

She screamed, unable to hold it back, and soon her other leg was hit too. Dylan approached, crouching beside her. "Get Clara here."

His voice was casual, like he was talking about the weather. Quinn suddenly found herself speechless as the gun pressed against her forehead. There was a hint of a smile in his voice.

"You can do it, right? Call her over."

Fear gripped Quinn. She had thought she wasn't afraid of death, but now she was shaking all over. She'd do anything to stay alive. Nodding frantically, tears streamed down her face.

Why, even now, did he want Clara? Damn Clara, that wretched woman—why couldn't she just vanish!

With trembling hands, she fumbled for her phone, terrified that another second's delay might mean a bullet in her brain. This Dylan was dangerous, yet so captivating.

Her mind screamed in panic, but her fingers dialed Naomi's number with speed.

"Mom, you've got to get Clara here, tell her Dylan needs her right now!"