Twins in Her Womb (Bianca and Luke Crawford novel) novel Chapter 670

Moscow.

The cold winter wind whistled past the thriving city, and heavy snow covered the city in a silvery blanket.

The pure-white snowflakes that were scattered in the air brought light to the dimly lit city.

It was an especially cold night, and there were not many pedestrians walking on the streets. It was rare that the bustling city got so quiet.

A sleek black Bentley limousine drove on the snow-covered streets, unhindered by the heavy snowfall.

In a dark alley, several tall and burly hooligans in tattered clothes and wielding weapons drooled as they stared lecherously at two beautiful foreign young women.

Snowflakes landed on the girls' long hair and melted.

Their curvaceous bodies could be vaguely seen under their thick down jackets. It was a tantalizing sight.

The hooligans exchanged glances, flashed a perverted smile, and spoke teasingly in Russian, "These two chicks are not bad. It's been a long time since I've tasted foreign flesh. They look small and cute, but I'm sure that they're naughtier than our local women. We'll have a feast tonight, boys!"

The two young women's faces turned pale when they saw the hooligans that suddenly appeared in front of them. They held each other's hands and took several panicked steps backward!

The hooligans walked up in front of the young women and tried to grab them. Their lecherous gazes were revolting.

"Run!' The taller young woman reacted first. She pulled the other, weaker young woman and dashed out of the alley!

"Chase them! Don't let our chicks get away. Otherwise, we won't have any women to comfort us tonight…" The hooligans started running while hurling obscenities.

The two young women were not as strong as the men, and they were already exhausted from their part-time shift at a restaurant. They were on the verge of collapsing while they frantically ran away.

The hooligans were about to catch up to them when a dazzling beam of light shone on their faces.

They were almost blinded by the light.

The two young women were also blinded. They ran toward the car, but it stopped abruptly before it could run over them. The two women fell sitting on the ground out of shock.

"Help! Help…"

The taller woman seemed to have found salvation. She scrambled onto her feet and threw her body on the Bentley.

Moscow at night was a paradise for criminals. The young woman knew that people would rather keep to themselves when they encounter a crime, but she did not want to let go of the chance that she might be saved.

Through the car window, Luke glanced coldly at the young woman.

The man's expression was as cold as the weather outside.

"Start driving." There was a hint of displeasure in his voice as he glanced at the driver.

He was not a saint. He did not have sympathy for other people in danger, much less those that did not bring him any benefit.

The driver started the engine and was about to drive away.

The taller young woman watched in despair as the car began to move away. Meanwhile, the hooligans had already caught her friend and began to rip apart her down jacket.

"Ah… no… go away…" The feeble young woman cried out in English.

She struggled helplessly. Her voice was muffled, and her expression was as innocent as a bunny. That made the hooligans laugh even more brazenly.