“Boss, they have reached here as well. You should leave with Chloe through the back door. I’ll handle them. A car is waiting at the back of the house,” Mike informed Andrew as gunshots rang out from outside. Andrew and Chloe exchanged a worried glance.
Andrew nodded at Mike and clasped Chloe’s hand. “Let’s go, Chloe.” He led her out of the house and strode to the black Mercedes.
He opened the door for her. “No, you sit first. I can’t let you make the same mistake again,” she insisted, and he rolled his eyes.
“Okay, fine.” He hastily settled into the back seat, knowing there was no time for argument. A smile of victory spread across her face and she sat beside him.
The driver started the car engine as soon as Chloe shut the door. The car sped off, its tyres screeching.
“Shit, they’re following us,” Andrew said after glancing behind.
“Who are they?” Chloe asked, her eyes glinting with curiosity.
“They are my enemies, and because of that photo, they are after you,” he explained, and she formed an O with her mouth.
Then they heard gunshots; the goons had started firing at their car from behind. Andrew became anxious for Chloe’s safety. If something happened to her, he would never forgive himself. Chloe was the first woman who had touched his heart, and now he didn’t want to lose her.
“You don’t worry, I’ll protect you,” he reassured her, placing his hand on her face. He was shocked because there was no fear in her eyes. She always amazed him with her fearlessness.
“And I’ll protect you,” she grinned at him, taking a gun out of her jeans pocket.
“Let’s finish them,” Andrew said, taking out his gun.
“Yes, Boss. I’m so excited.” She squealed in a cheerful tone, and Andrew shook his head in disbelief.
They rolled down the windows, and after glancing at each other, they started firing at the men who were following them.
After some time, a bullet hit their driver. Chloe shifted to the driver’s seat and checked the driver’s pulse while driving the car after moving him to the passenger seat. Andrew was still shooting.
“He is dead,” she told him in a serious tone, glancing at Andrew from the rearview mirror.
“Be careful, Chloe.” He said, concerned and anxious for her, and she gave him a slight nod.
Someone shot the tyre of their car, and Chloe steered the car into the dense jungle. They hurriedly climbed out of the car and scurried far away, where nobody could find them.
They were running in the jungle hand in hand, sweating and breathing heavily. Andrew was becoming weaker from losing so much blood.
Chloe suddenly stopped and said, panting, “I think we should stop here. They won’t be able to find us because we’ve come so far.”
“You’re right.” He nodded, wiping the sweat from his forehead.
Suddenly, her eyes fell on his injured arm, which was still bleeding.
“And we have to do something about this too.” She pointed at his wound.
“It’s fine-”
She cut him off. “I can see that you’re completely fine,” she said sarcastically in an angry tone. She clasped his hand and led him to a tree.
She alone possessed the ability to control the Mafia boss who held dominion over the entire world.
She made him sit under the tree. “Now sit here quietly and let me treat your wound,” she instructed him in a commanding tone, wagging her finger at him. He stayed silent, staring at her.
His eyes widened and glinted with profound desire when she pulled the top off her head. She looked irresistible and attractive in a black lacy bra. He felt a sudden urge to squeeze her breasts with his palms, stroke her stomach, and kiss her cleavage and every inch of her body. He was gazing at her body intensely, his eyes filled with wild desire.
She saw his expression, and her lips curved up into a smirk as his intense gaze turned her on.
She knelt before him, tearing her top into two pieces. She carefully cleaned his wound with one piece and with the other, she tied it around his wounded arm. He was now gazing at her face, utterly lost in her. He loved the way she was taking care of him. Automatically, a smile flashed on his face as she placed a tender kiss over his wound.
“Do you have a passion for becoming a hero?” She suddenly asked him in a sarcastic tone.
“What?” He narrowed his brows at her, bemused by her sudden question.
“You wanted to protect me like a hero, right? Now, are you happy with this wound?” She pointed at his injured arm.
“Oh, hello, all this happened because of your stubbornness and carelessness. You shouldn’t have left the mansion,” he chided her, and she stood up, glaring at him.
“You’re impossible, Andrew.” She folded her arms across her chest and averted her eyes. “Do you want to know why I did this?” She asked after looking down at him.
“Yes.” As he clasped her hand and tugged her down, she fell over him, and their lips touched accidentally. Their whole bodies shivered and burned with immense desire as their lips came into contact. They gazed into each other’s eyes deeply. As his hands grasped her bare waist and pulled her closer, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, their heart pounding. His touch was driving her crazy.
She opened her eyes and moved closer to kiss him, his intense gaze glued to her face. They both wanted to feel each other’s lips again, and they moved closer, utterly lost in each other’s eyes. The urge to kiss each other was rising with each passing second. At this moment, they just wanted to feel each other’s lips and kiss passionately until infinity. They had been craving to taste each other’s lips from day one, and it seemed like their powerful desires were finally going to be fulfilled.
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