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As the man turned around, his piercing gaze landed sharply on Rachel.
Luckily, Yvonne reacted quickly. She slipped from his hold and grabbed Rachel’s hand, urging, “Run! We need to escape now!”
Together, they dashed toward the exit.
The man wiped the blood off his forehead, yelling, “Follow them! Bring those two women back to me, dead or
alive!”
His command sent a group of men sprinting in pursuit.
Just then, the club manager and his team caused a distraction. The lights went out suddenly, throwing the
dance floor into disarray.
“What is happening? Why is it so dark all of a sudden?” he roared.
“It appears to be a power outage, Mr. Rodriguez,” someone responded.
“Fuck! Chase them down! Do not let them escape!” Harley Rodriguez commanded.
“Yes, sir!”
The men moved towards the door again, only to find it locked when they reached the entrance.
“What’s happening?”
“The door is locked.”
“What?!” Fuming, Harley slammed his fist into a nearby man. “You fools! Don’t just stand there! Find the manager and get this door open! If those two escape, you’ll regret it.”
“Mr. Rodriguez, we’ve reached out to the manager, but he says the door needs power to open. We’re stuck
until the electricity returns.”
“And what are we supposed to do now?”
“We wait… for the power to restore.”
Known for his short temper, Harley was not one to wait idly.
Frustrated, he gestured wildly. “Then break the door down! Use whatever you can find!”
While chaos unfolded behind them, Yvonne and Rachel reached the safety of the parking lot.
Despite the imminent danger and her earlier drinking, Yvonne’s only focus was escape.
She pressed down hard on the accelerator, sending the car racing forward at breakneck speed.
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As the car sped through the city, she felt fear tighten its hold on her; her palms were sweaty, and her heart pounded.
She had never before taken such risks.
Moments later, Rachel said, “It seems they’ve stopped chasing us, Yvonne. You can slow down now.”
“Alright,” Yvonne replied, intending to slow down and make a turn, but anxiety took over. In her panic, she pressed the accelerator instead of the brake.
“Hold on!” she exclaimed.
Almost instantly, the sound of a shattering collision filled the air.
Their car crashed into another, flipped wildly, and came to rest on its side.
Thick smoke began to rise from the wreckage.
In the aftermath, Yvonne, less severely injured, struggled to regain consciousness, her body screaming in pain.
Rachel, however, was knocked out cold in the backseat.
A steady stream of blood flowed down from a cut on her forehead.
Turning to look at Rachel, Yvonne’s heart sank with fear.
“Rachel, wake up… please, wake up!” she cried out, her voice shaking. “Rachel…”
Despite her cries, Rachel lay motionless.
Trying to stay calm and think clearly, Yvonne crawled out of the wreckage and pounded on the back window, but Rachel still showed no signs of life.
She lay in the back seat, her face pale and lifeless, with blood pooling around her ominously.
Frightened yet determined, Yvonne wept and banged on the glass, pleading, “Rachel… please, open your eyes! Promise me you’ll make it!”
Still, there was no sign of life.
Keeping her emotions in check, Yvonne searched the trunk and grabbed a tire iron to shatter the window.
At last, she reached Rachel.
As she caressed Rachel’s cheek, her hands trembled, discovering they were smeared with blood.
Despite the overpowering smell of metal, her concern was elsewhere.
She cradled Rachel, shaking her slightly and tapping her cheeks, trying to wake her.
Yet, Rachel remained unresponsive.
As the smoke thickened, Yvonne’s fear escalated, worried the car might catch fire.
The guilt of possibly losing Rachel was unbearable for her.
Suddenly, a voice interrupted her panic. “Mr. Garrett, are the injuries severe? Should I call for an ambulance?”
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Spurred by hope, Yvonne turned around and dashed toward the source of the voice, desperate for assistance.
“Please, you must help! My friend is unconscious in the back seat but I can’t get her out. The car may ignite!”
Tears streamed down her face as she spoke in urgent bursts.
The driver from the other vehicle eyed her coldly.
“You know, your reckless driving could have nearly killed us. Now you expect us to help your friend?”
Yvonne would not have resorted to pleading if there had been any other option.
In her entire life, she had never once begged.
Yet, under these circumstances, she was prepared to do whatever it took, even kneel if necessary.
“Please, I’m begging you. She’s in serious danger. I’ll give you money, anything you want. Just help me!”
The driver looked at her with disdain and gestured towards his car. “Do you really think my boss cares about
your money?”
Yvonne’s heart sank into despair.
Still, she clung to that faint glimmer of hope and refused to give up.
She noticed a man in a gray suit nearby, his demeanor calm and authoritative.
Without a second thought, she approached him, her bloody hands reaching out.
“Sir, please, I’m begging you. Save my friend!”
As she begged for help, tears cascaded down her cheeks, her voice quivering with urgency and her eyes brimming with despair.
Observing her distraught state and blood–stained hands, the man’s demeanor softened.
“What’s the problem here?” he inquired.
Yvonne quickly explained the situation, “This accident was my mistake, and I accept all responsibility. However, my friend is gravely hurt and unconscious. We need to get her out now!”
“And where is she?” Andres Garrett asked.
“She’s trapped in the back seat, and I can’t manage to free her alone,” Yvonne answered.
Immediately, Andres approached the damaged vehicle and instructed his driver, “Help her out, now.”
His instruction was brief yet authoritative.
Overwhelmed with relief, Yvonne expressed her deep thanks, saying, “Thank you, truly, you have no idea how
much this means!”
The driver showed reluctance, muttering, “Sir, they almost caused our deaths, and now we’re expected to help them? That car could blow up any second.”
Andres gave him a hard stare, his voice icy. “The main goal is to save lives. I need to know–are you helping or
not?”
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Left with little choice, the driver approached the vehicle but warned Andres, “It’s not safe for you. Please let me
do this.”
Andres quickly evaluated the situation and decided promptly. “You’ll be too slow on your own. We need to
work together.”
“But what if something happens to you, I’d…”
Andres cut him off before he could finish, saying, “Just get to the back seat and push her toward the window.
I’ll pull her from there.”
