Love Unspoken

It was totally Alexander's car, looking even more beat-up than when they split. The thing was a wreck-dents everywhere, and the gas tank was leaking all over the ground. She sprinted to the window and peeked inside. No one there. She let out a big sigh of relief.

But just as she was about to turn away, she spotted blood on the steering wheel. Her heart sank again.Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

She got up and kept running. Sean and the crew were nowhere in sight, so Quinn had no choice but to chase after them.

Meanwhile, Alexander was hiding behind a tree, checking his gun. Out of bullets. Great.

The nearest dead body was like 20 feet away, and a bunch of people were closing in from behind. If he moved, he was toast.

He sighed, clutching his bleeding arm, blood dripping onto the grass.

There were at least twenty guys behind him, all decked out in gear, even wearing goggles. They'd been waiting for him to show up.

Dressed in black, they all looked the same, guns ready, eyes locked on the tree Alexander was hiding behind.

When Sean and his team showed up, they saw the group. Without a second thought, Sean whipped out his gun and started blasting. The gunfire got the assassins' attention, and they fired back instantly.

Sean ducked behind a tree, bullets hitting the trunk, shaking branches, and leaves falling everywhere.

From where the bullets hit, Sean knew these guys weren't amateurs.

The shots were dead-on, right at head height. These guys had skills, making Sean too scared to peek out.

His crew ran over, and Sean yelled, "Stay back!"

But it was too late. The guy in front got hit, and two more behind him were injured.

Seeing this, the rest quickly found cover.

Matthew was behind a tree next to him. They exchanged looks, both realizing these weren't just any mercenaries-they were top-tier assassins. Could they be Landon's men?

Matthew wanted to test it. He pulled a tissue from his pocket, stuck it on his gun barrel, and poked it out.

A second later, the tissue got shredded by a bullet, making him yank his hand back in fear.

He looked at Sean, eyes wide. This was gonna be rough.

Sean crouched, leaned out, and fired a few quick shots before ducking back.

He fired five times, hitting two of them, but their bulletproof vests took the hits, and they just stumbled back a bit.

Maybe Sean's quick reaction made them hesitate, leading to a standoff.

Quinn hurried over, hearing the gunfire. She stopped, hid in some bushes, and circled around the shots.

The standoff dragged on for about ten minutes, both sides taking potshots, getting more and more impatient.

But no one wanted to make the first move. In this game, patience was everything. The first to lose their cool would be the first to die.

Alexander leaned against the tree, looking worse by the minute. Blood pooled at his feet, his lips pale, and sweat dripping down his face.