Novel Xo
Chapter 701
On a crisp Friday afternoon, Tarquin Bradford Elysia Thorne, had just finished a casual shopping spree at the local supermarket, stocking up on essentials and a few comfort foods for the weekend. Little did they know, their peaceful day was about to take a turn straight out of an action movie.
No sooner had they left the parking lot than they noticed a car tailing them. Tarquin, with a quick flick of the wheel, managed to lose them, but that relief was short-lived. Another car tried to rear-end them, and when that failed, two more cars joined the fray, attempting to sandwich them in a coordinated attack.
Tarquin wasn't one to panic. Pushing the pedal to the metal, he channeled his inner action hero, weaving through traffic with a blend of speed and precision that would make any stunt driver proud. Just when it seemed they had shaken their pursuers, three more cars appeared on the overpass- a coordinated trap aiming to push them off the edge.
Thanks to Tarquin's driving skills and a bit of luck, they narrowly escaped disaster. In a bold move, he accelerated and rammed into one of the attacking cars, forcing it forward and causing another to miss its mark and plummet from the overpass.
Elysia, wide-eyed and gripping the dashboard, watched in horror as the car fell, knowing the grim fate of those inside. The shock was too much, and she fainted, her last conscious thought filled with Tarquin's anguished cries.
When Elysia came to, she found herself in a hospital room, Tarquin by her side, his hand gripping hers with a mix of relief and worry. Despite his own injuries and disheveled appearance, his concern was all for her.
She reassured him, touching his bruised face gently, "You're hurt."
Tarquin, trying to lighten the mood despite the gravity of their situation, responded, "Just a scratch. But enough about me, how are you feeling?"
Elysia insisted she was fine, more concerned about the attackers and whether they had been caught. Tarquin was hesitant, revealing only that one of the attackers had survived the crash. The conversation turned tense as Elysia realized Tarquin had not involved the police, a pattern she had noticed in their relationship.
"Why wouldn't you call the police?" Elysia pressed, her anxiety mounting with each unanswered question.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.
Tarquin's silence spoke volumes, leaving Elysia to confront the reality that her boyfriend, the man she loved, had secrets that ran deeper than she could have imagined. Their relationship, once filled with simple joys like grocery runs and lazy weekends, had suddenly thrust them into a world of danger and mystery.