Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 75

Casey was thrown into a whirlwind of panic, his face turning ghostly pale. “Mr. Dylan, what are you doing? I came here as a friend to warn you about Clara, and this is how you thank me?”

In an instant, a sharp blade sliced through three of his fingers, drawing a scream from him as he convulsed in agony.

Dylan set his drink down, a trace of amusement dancing in his eyes. “So, tell me, what kind of person do you think she is?”

Casey quickly realized that Dylan was standing up for Clara. Everything was the opposite of what Simon had led him to believe!

His lips blanched as he tried to say something to calm this devil's fury, but before he could, he heard the chilling sound of a gun cocking.

Casey’s pants were wet, and cold sweat was streaming down his face. “Mr. Dylan, I’m sorry. It’s all a big misunderstanding, really. Those photos? They are fake. I didn’t dare lay a finger on Clara. It was Jade who talked me into this, and Simon’s no saint either.”

“Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!”

Four bullets tore into his leg, leaving him unable to scream. In his deepest pain, his body could only spasm, his voice caught in his throat.

Dylan’s movements were deliberate yet graceful. “Go on.”

Casey was beyond words. His legs were shaking, and a puddle formed beneath him.

Only now did he fully grasp the terror that was Dylan.

Dylan, just as Simon had said, rarely lost his temper, but the calmer he was, the scarier he became.

After all twelve bullets were spent, a smudge of blood marked Dylan's cheek. His long lashes fluttered as he reached out, wiping it clean with his fingertip.

Casey was now a bloody mess, lifeless.

Dylan handed the gun to someone nearby, maneuvering his wheelchair toward the exit.

Just as he left the chamber, Richard's voice echoed. “Twelve bullets isn’t your limit. That’s the gun’s limit, right?”

Richard stood with his arms crossed, his outfit as bold as ever, showing off a generous patch of skin.

Dylan moved forward, and Richard followed, muttering a few words. “Yesterday, you were too reckless. Do you know how long it took me to erase the surveillance footage? Now everyone’s watching, thinking you'll be stuck in that wheelchair for life. Yet, in front of her, you don't hide anything. Aren’t you worried she might blab?”