Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 474

She floored the gas pedal, driving faster than she ever had before. As soon as she screeched to a halt outside Z's cozy little house, she leaped out of the car and rushed inside.

The guys in the cars trailing her hadn't expected her to stop there. They pulled over too, excitement clear on their faces. Clara had walked right into their trap, and tonight, they planned to finish her off to complete their employer's task.

Clara reached the door and quickly punched in the code to get inside. The moment she stepped in, someone wrapped her in a hug.

"Z?"

"Yeah, it's me."

She patted his back gently. "Do you have any weapons here?"

"I do. I got a couple of guns from the Black Market, but they're too dangerous, so I've never used them."

The Black Market was a no-man’s land, so picking up guns there wasn’t unusual. Right now, that's exactly what Clara needed.

"Great, hand them over."

He opened a nearby drawer and handed her the guns, then sheepishly ducked behind her.

Clara caught on. "Are you scared?"

"Yeah, is that a problem? You can protect me."

Her mind raced as she cracked open the door. "No problem at all. Kind of refreshing, actually. You stay put while I go scare them off. I'll be right back."

With that, she opened the door.

About eight men stood outside, each holding a metal pipe, shouting obscenities.

"Clara, hiding here won't save you. We've got orders tonight. Come out now, and maybe we'll leave your body intact."

His words made the others laugh, sure that Clara was already trapped.

Clara smoothly loaded a bullet into the chamber and fired a warning shot.

The bullet grazed the cheek of the loudmouth, leaving a trail of blood.

The others froze, shocked that she had a gun and wasn't afraid to use it.

Someone hesitated, rethinking. They’d been paid well, but nobody wanted to die here.

But just as they stepped back, the man with the grazed cheek wiped his wound with a sneer.

"She’s bluffing. That gun can’t have many bullets, and she clearly doesn’t know how to use it. If she did, that bullet would’ve been in my forehead."

The others nodded, buying his bravado, and lunged at Clara.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

A few gunshots later, the attackers were down, wounded in the legs, dropping to their knees.