Love is as strong as Death

Chapter 16

Valerie's POV

I locked the door right after Remie left for work, so I was confused about how I could hear footsteps. It seems someone had broken in.

I quickly went to the peephole to check. Was I just being paranoid?

I couldn't find anywhere to hide, and I had left our room keys out with the one outside! I just put it in the holder.

For the first time in a long while, I found myself praying. The footsteps were getting louder. I hurried to the dressing table and grabbed a curling rod.

It felt silly, but I thought it could help distract the person.

I stood behind the gate.

When the door opened, I held the curling rod defensively, ready to hit whoever it was. But as soon as I reached out to strike, the person seized my arm and pulled it away, dragging me along with them.

I began to struggle in his grip.

"Calm down, damn it!" he said in a deep voice, making me freeze.

I thought about screaming for help, but it was like he could read my mind as he quickly covered my mouth with his hand. I still hadn't seen his face because I was turned away from him.

Then I heard more footsteps. Someone else had broken into the apartment.

"I'm going to let go of you now. Please don't scream; I'm here to keep you safe. I can hear two of them from the footsteps, so that means only two are inside the apartment.

I can handle them, but if the ones outside figure out they've been in here too long, they might come for you. Just stay quiet," I nodded.

As soon as he released me, I gasped when I recognized him as Tyson's guy. He pushed me into the closet, and I bumped my waist against the shoe rack.

I wanted to cry out in pain, but then I heard a voice asking, "Where the heck is she?" I peeked through the small hole.

"Probably hiding. Let's search," the other voice said. As one of them walked towards the closet, I started to panic. I could see his legs so close, covered in black, reminding me of the Machiavelli's guards. Where was the guy? Could he be trusted?

He raised his hands to open the closet door, but he cursed and fell. Don't ask me how I knew it!

I could see his hair. He was dragged away immediately, and the closet was opened.

"Hey, hey, it's me. Come on. We need to get you out of here. The name is Rodney," he said quickly, grabbing my arms and pulling me.

I looked at the two guys on the floor and pulled my arms from his grip.

"Darn it, we don't have enough time!" he said, trying to grab me again, but he noticed me staring at those guys.

One of them had blood streaming from a big wound on his head, while the other was just lying there.

"They're unconscious, not dead!!" he hissed, gripping my arms tightly and muttering about how the boss dealt with stubborn people.

He mentioned that I didn't have a fight or flight response. We were now outside the apartment. He yanked me to the back and shoved me roughly into a car.

He locked the doors right away.

He revved up the engine and sped off, making my head bounce against the headrest. "Buckle up," he instructed. I didn't need a second reminder, especially with my head pounding.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"Airport," he answered.

I began to unbuckle my seatbelt, but he swerved sharply, forcing me to grip it tightly.