116. Red Light

Charlotte’s POV

"Then who's behind us?" I asked softly and turned my head to see who was following us. I then yelled at her, "Just drive! Don't stop driving!"

Samantha screamed on top of her lungs, “Fuck! It’s fucking red light!”

But she'll go ahead and do it nonetheless. She crossed the lane and drove down the road, her eyes wide with shock, as the enemy kept following us.

"I don't have a gun with me! Where is your gun?" she shouted.

"Hey, I have a gun, but I only have three bullets!" I answered, opening the car window and pointing at the enemy's wheel.

Shoot!

"You got it!" I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw the enemy's bike flip over to the other side. The man on the street was scrabbling around in anger. At that moment, a truck barreled straight toward him, crushing him instantly to death.

I felt better when I returned to my seat and sighed, "I only got two bullets. We need to go to your place and you need to tell me what the fuck is going on!"

She gives a head nod.

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