It was past 10 pm, and this remote stretch of road was nearly deserted
Charlotte had been driving for over ten minutes when she suddenly noticed a black car in her rearview mirror. It had been trailing her for some time.
The road ahead branched off in several directions. It wasn’t a straight shot to the airport, so other cars on the same route weren’t unusual. For all she knew, that car might have just beep heading to the airport too.
But something felt off.
She vaguely remembered seeing that same black car earlier, stopped just behind her at a red light in the city.
Which meant it had been following her the entire way from downtown to the outskirts.
Achill crept over Charlotte’s back. Her fingers tightened around the wheel.
She slowed down. The black car slowed down too. It didn’t attempt to pass.
She picked up speed. So did the car behind her.
That confirmed it. She was being followed
She grabbed her phone, ready to call for help
At the same time, in the black car behind her, the driver frowned.
“Boss, I think she’s onto us,” he muttered, eyes flicking to the rearview mirror.
“Then do it.”
“Got it.”
BANG.
Charlotte had just unlocked her phone when the black car slammed into her from behind at full speed
The force of the crash sent her white Rolls–Royce skidding out of control, slamming into a roadside guardrail. The front of the car crumpled, and the airbags deployed with a deadening pop.
Her phone slipped from her hand and fell to the floor.
Dazed and dizzy, Charlotte struggled to lean down and grab it
She needed to call
thep
he police now.
But just as her fingers brushed the phone, the car window shattered with a sharp crash
A man was smashing through the glass from outside, using a window breaker. He was clearly prepared.
Once the window was broken, he reached in, unlocked the door, and yanked her out with brute force.
“Who are you?” Charlotte shouted as she stumbled out of the car, her instincts kicking In
The man didn’t. swer. He tried to drag her toward the roadside
Inside the car, she hadn’t been able to move much. But now that they were out in the open, Charlotte lought back hard. She twisted free and landed several punches squarely on the man
so delicate could fight.
He hadn’t expected that a woman who looked so
Caught off guard, he took a few solid hits and cursed under his breath, face contorting in fury. He banged at her again, trying to take her down.
But he wasn’t her match.
te lammed a fist straight into his rose, Blood gushed down his face.
With sharp movements and swift strikes, the knocked him to the ground.
The road had no
no streetlights, no surveillance. Only the harsh beams of car headlights it the scene, casting his disheveled figure in stark reliet.
The man lay on the ground, blood smeared across his chin, still spewing profanities
From the black car, another man stepped out.
He looked down coldly. “You can’t even handle one woman?”
‘She’s trained,”
,” the man on the ground snarled through gritted teeth.
As the two men exchanged words, Charlotte slowly edged back toward her car, trying to retrieve her phone.
Just as her fingers closed around it, the second man charged and snatched it from her hands
He ripped on the SIM card and smashed the plone to the ground. The screen shattered on Impact
Then, with a snap, he broke the SIM card in run and tossed it into the weeds.
“Come with us,” he said coldly.
