**Author's Note**
Thank you for reading and giving this book a chance. Just a warning before you proceed, there are chapters that may contain dark and disturbing scenes. Read at your own risk.
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Sarah's Pov
"God! Why is there a traffic jam at this hour!” I sounded the car horn again annoyed, thinking that I couldn't show up for my fiancé Noah's birthday party in time, I'm more depressed.
Today was my fiancé Noah's birthday, and I planned to give him a big surprise.
Just half an hour ago, I lied to him that I was revising my thesis and couldn't attend his birthday party. He was very sad, but he didn't want me not to graduate because of his birthday.
He must not have thought that this was my little trick.
His party will start at 6 in the evening. It takes half an hour from the street where I live to his apartment without traffic jams. In order not to disrupt my perfect plan, I set off an hour earlier.
But I still underestimated the traffic situation in the city. Watching the time slowly approaching six o'clock, I decided to re-plan my route.
Without any hesitation, I turned my steering wheel and drove to another road.
This road was told to me by Noah, but he also seriously warned me not to go this way alone.
I took his words in mind, but today, I wanted Noah to have a more perfect birthday.
Psychologically, I felt something wrong because the road was unusually empty and clear today. The wind was loud like the howling of wild animals, which was very similar to the opening scene of a horror movie I watched with Noah.
Don't worry, I stepped on the accelerator harder while comforting myself.
Suddenly a protruding object in the middle of the road caught my attention.
What is that?
When I was in doubt, I found that this object moved a little bit.
Is it a man?!
I stepped on the brakes immediately!
The speed was so fast that I almost bang my head in front. Fortunately, the seat belt saved me from having a swollen forehead and worse a bump.
My heart raced, pounding hard on my chest as the light from my car gave me a clear vision of what was in front of me. A body covered in blood in the middle of the road.
This is the part where the scenarios of horror movies I watched with my friends and fiancée came back to me, haunting me right now. It's like I was the main character choosing to leave or help.
I swallowed hard, my palm sweaty as I weighed what I was gonna do. But my conscience won in the end. I find myself quickly unlatching the seat belt and pushing my door open. I brought my feet on the ground, my gold heels meeting the hard surface.
I left my door open, maybe if I needed to run in an instant. I hope I don't need those options. My pink dress swayed in the afternoon breeze and made my skin crawl from the cold.
I rush to the body until I take a better view. It was a man that was sure to be a 6-foot-something. The surface where his body was lying was full of blood and it made my stomach squeamish but I was also concerned if the man was still alive or not. With that thought, I quickly went near the man. I bent down on one knee and tapped the man's shoulder.
"Sir," I started with my voice held nothing but nervousness and worry, "Sir are you—"
But the next words stuck in my throat as my airway had been stopped by the large hands grasping my neck and in a blur second, I found myself being slammed on the ground that I felt I would lose consciousness from how painful it was. A sharp, stabbing pain rushed to every cell of my body and I felt tears welling up in my eyes. But the fear that gripped my heart intensified as the man above me, looming over me stared at the depths of my soul.
His green eyes held darkness and cruelty as they stared back at my blue ones. His slightly harsh, rigid facial planes complemented his dark aura. His hair was as pitch-black as darkness. His lips seemed to have a cut. While his eyebrows have a scar. He was dangerous in all aspects of his personality. He was encircled by a thick, heavy, and suffocating air of power, ruthlessness, and intimidation. I felt small because of how muscular he was and tall he was.
I stared at him, shocked and my mind seemed to be blank until I saw a gun being pressed to my forehead. It was as if my mind stopped functioning and my heart stopped beating as the cold tip of the gun touched my skin.
"Dylan, wait!" came another voice. Another man showed up.
Could he stop this man called Dylan?
My dim eyes were filled with hope. I looked in the direction of that man and patted Dylan's arm vigorously, trying to make a sound.
My eyes strained on him. He was thinner and shorter than the man called Dylan. Although he was smiling at me, his expression made me shudder. I had no other choice, however.
"H-he-lp," I looked at him, struggling to get a word out.
"Look at this little beauty, Dylan, you are so rude. How can you treat a beautiful lady like that?” the man said while staring at my chest, I knew, my last hope was dashed.
"Fuck off, Nico! Get your cocks out of your head, we don't have time." Taking advantage of Dylan's distraction, I immediately bite into his jaw and my neck is freed.
But just as I was about to dash out from there, a heavy hammer was hit on my face and my head jerked to the other side. My hair was quickly grabbed by Dylan. It was so rough that my scalp started to sting.
Ouch!
"LET ME GO!" I screamed so hard.
The man faced me and the next thing I knew, the tip of the gun was pointed at my forehead.
"Stop whining or I am gonna explode your bitchy brain, slut" the man's deep and dark voice made me stare blankly at him for a second.
"Pl-please, let me go. I w-will not say this to anyone, pl-lease" I begged desperately.
"Dylan……Let me handle her while you take a call from headquarters. Maybe some of our men managed to get away and can help us." The man called Nico wanted to get me again.
I struggled more intensely.
No! I don't want to be raped!
Looking at his dirty eyes, it felt like an egg had been stuffed into my stomach, making me too sick to vomit.
"No... no, please!" I begged as I looked at Dylan. I could feel him hesitating, but in just a second, the indifference on his face shattered all my hopes again.
"I swear if your fooling around leads me to a deepshit, I will kill you myself, Nico. Those assholes might be hunting us now. I heard a siren nearby." Grabbing my hair, Dylan said and threw me to Nico's feet.
Getting Dylan's approval, Nico immediately grabbed my arm so hard that I stumbled and scraped my knee.
"I promise it's quick. This one was a rare and delicate kind. It has been so long since I got to f*ck because of being locked up in jail."
I gasped. I cannot believe what I'm hearing. These two escape jail. But it was not the most things that bothered me. It was in the words the man that was holding me uttered. I tried again to pull my arm away, pushing, thrashing, and even biting the man but he twisted my arm and brought it in front of him so that my backside was pressed on his front.
"Make sure to kill her once you're done. I don't need any more bullshit."
"You can take her first, Dylan if you want."
"F*ck off, Nico."
Nico let out a hearty laugh, "That pent-up anger and annoyance, you should be reserved for David."
The way the man named Dylan clenched his fist and his face morphed into a deadly expression at the mention of another name didn't go unnoticed by me.
Just who the heck are these two?
"It was not only anger I will surely give to that f*cker. I will hunt every single one of his men and kill his family. He might have put me in jail but not for long. He will not escape by betraying me and stealing the weapons and drugs that are supposed to be ours" Dylan grinned savagely and terror crawled to my skin. "I will hunt that man wherever he goes."
I froze. Drugs, weapons, and the name Dylan suddenly ring a bell to me. Couldn't this man be the leader of the mafia gang that was caught last month?
Think, Sarah. Think of something.
