Prison Chic #1st book of the Chics series (EDITING)

Chapter 44

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Joanna was running with all her might. She could hear her blood pulse inside her eardrums and could feel her heart pounding hard against her chest.

She was getting tired, and she was very scared.

“Stop her!” one man bellowed behind her and Joanna noticed another jumping on the front end of the street. Damn it, she thought, if there was one there, then there must be a load of others.

She was prepared for this, for getting caught in exchange for Julian’s chance to run away, but she hoped that luck would for once be on her side.

Well, apparently not, Joanna thought as she ducked down from the man who was approaching her from the front and threw a blow down to his stomach, causing him to grunt in both pain and surprise, and ran around him.

She wasn’t really sure where she was supposed to go. Her feet were bare and already scraped and bloody from all the running on the rough streets, but she won’t stop until someone succeeded in stopping her.

Once she reached the end of the street, she was startled to face a wide clearing between four building with two large vehicles in the middle and about a dozen or more of men, waiting for her arrival.

Damn it, she walked right into their trap.

All she was hoping right then that Julian had successfully got away and was not stupidly trying to help her again.

That was the last thought on her mind before she airstriked the first man who approached her with a fierce sidekick.

This is going to be fun.

 

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“Greg Mathews? What the hell did you just say?” Isaac yelled again at Julian who was still staring at the phone.

“Mathews is dead! You went to prison because of him, remember?” Isaac tried again to snap his friend out of shock. “Peter White is fucking playing with your head.”

“No.” Julian suddenly said, “It’s him, I knew his voice was too familiar. But how could I’ve miss it?” Julian said blankly, still recovering from his tremor.

“It’s not possible.” Isaac said, “The man is dead,” he muttered in disbelieve as he turned the car again into yet another narrow street, not sure where to aim since he had no idea where Joanna went and Julian was of no help at the moment.

“He was enjoying torturing me, it was for his own revenge. It wasn’t only for the program or even for… Anna!” Julian suddenly looked up; seeming to remember what he was supposed to be doing. “Anna!” he said again, sentiments covering his tone this time. “Go this way!” he ordered.

“Ok.” Isaac muttered and turned the car again.

Julian’s head was turning right and left as he looked for any signs of Joanna until they both heard a startled cry from one side of the street. Isaac slowed the car down and drove until they were able to see but not too close that someone would notice them. He looked to his side where Julian was sitting and saw the man’s jaw clench in pure rage.