Abbigail’s words stirred Darnell’s heart, causing his blood to boil.
If he were in a foreign country, Darnell would have probably pounced on Abbigail right then and there. Unfortunately, this was Whiteville, and the consequences of taking advantage of such a prominent journalist would be unimaginable.
“You called me, so how could I not come to pick you up?” Darnell tried to remain calm, attempting to separate themselves and sit down, but he didn’t expect the drunk woman to react so swiftly and possess such incredible strength.
The bartender looked at Darnell, feeling helpless and jealous. How could this fool resist such a beautiful woman throwing herself at him?
“I’m so happy you’re here.” Abbigail was quite drunk, her speech slurred, and yet, she clung onto Darnell like an octopus.
She wore a black miniskirt, her fair legs completely exposed in front of Darnell. To prevent her from falling and getting hurt, Darnell had no choice but to hold her.
His palm rested on the woman’s thigh, their warmth slowly transferring between them, causing many onlookers to breathe heavily.
“Handsome, you’re taking advantage of me again,” Abbigail giggled, her tone slightly reproachful but even more alluring. She reached out and pinched Darnell’s ear, leaning her upper body against him, her face close to his as she let out a tipsy laugh.
She turned her head and waved to the bartender, “Bring me two more glasses of whiskey.”
The bartender, looking miserable, served two glasses of whiskey with one trembling hand-his other hand had been broken by Darnell.
Darnell pressed her into a chair. “Still drinking? You’re already drunk.”
Seeing the two glasses of whiskey in front of her, Abbigail pushed one toward Darnell and picked up her own glass. Half-leaning on the bar, her head resting on her arm, she raised the glass and mumbled, “To our reunion, cheers, cheers…”
Darnell didn’t touch the glass but instead held Abbigail’s hand steady. “Stop drinking. Let me take you home.”
Although he didn’t understand why Abbigail called him, now that he was here, he had to ensure her safety.
“No, I want to drink. Leave me alone.” Abbigail reached out to grab the glass from Darnell’s hand, complaining, “Isn’t it you men who like to get me drunk?”
Darnell frowned, “Leave you alone? Then why did you call me?”
He glanced at the eager onlookers around them. If he hadn’t known that leaving her alone would mean these men would take advantage of her, he might have walked away.
Abbigail ignored Darnell, swaying as she tried to grab the glass, accidentally falling back into his arms.
So soft and warm.
Darnell silently reminded himself that only a fool would not take advantage of such a situation.
But tonight, he had to be that fool.
“Abbigail, let’s go. You’ve had too much.” Darnell softened his expression, trying to pry her arms off, but the more he tried, the tighter she clung. “I’ll take you home.”
The police would arrive soon, and if he ran into Judith, he would be in big trouble.
Abbigail tilted her pretty face, her drunken eyes gazing at Darnell. Under the dim light, her face looked irresistibly charming. “I don’t have a home.”
Darnell’s heart tightened, but he couldn’t help but chuckle, “Then come to my place and sleep.”
“Sleep? You want to sleep with me?” Abbigail tilted her head, her beautiful eyes narrowing, her lips pouting slightly as if pondering something. Her face was flushed, and her lips were rosy, captivating everyone around her.
“I won’t go home with you. I’ll take you home to sleep, and I want to be on top.”
She preferred to take the lead.
Darnell didn’t bother arguing with her. He simply carried her out, quickening his pace. “Fine, fine, you can be on top. As long as you sleep, anything goes.”
“Haha, that jerk wanted to sleep with me, and now you want to sleep with me too,” Abbigail teased, a hint of mockery in her voice as she said. “Men only want sex.”
Darnell looked aggrieved. “I’m a good person.”
“Carry me!”
As they reached the door, Abbigail suddenly stopped, her arms outstretched as she shouted, “Carry me home, carry me home!”
She clung tightly to Darnell, her full, warm lips brushing against his Adam’s apple.
Darnell shivered, then hoisted her onto his back and swiftly placed her in his car, helping her fasten the seat belt.
Carry her home? Only a fool would do that. Who knew where she lived? If it was in the Central, he might be carrying her until dawn.
“Take me to a hotel.”
Still restless, Abbigail wrapped her arms around Darnell’s neck, “Let’s get a hotel room. I’ll show you various positions.”
She parted her legs slightly, her skirt riding up her thighs, revealing her smooth, fair skin, her alluring curves on full display, making Darnell’s heart race.
“Damn! Isn’t this temptation?”
Darnell pushed her back into the seat, cursing himself inwardly, “Why can’t I just be a little more beastly?”
Once back in the seat, Abbigail calmed down a bit, curling up to sleep, though her disheveled clothes revealed glimpses of her fair skin, a sight that was undeniably stimulating.
Darnell let out a breath of relief, feeling almost completely drained, as if he had just finished a marathon, his heart pounding wildly.
This woman was so wild when drunk. After a minute of rest, Darnell started the car and drove away. Almost immediately after they left, the police arrived.
Pierce and his gang had already fled, no patrons came forward as witnesses, and the surveillance footage had been wiped clean on Pierce’s orders. The police left empty-handed.
“Whoosh-”
As Darnell’s car drove onto Pearl Avenue, he began to relax when a new problem arose.
Where should he take Abbigail?
Darnell asked her several times, but she couldn’t give a clear address. Searching her handbag yielded no useful information.
As for her phone, Darnell couldn’t unlock it without the password. Taking her to a hotel felt unsafe, especially since Abbigail had grudges with Zane.
There might even be assassins following her.
After some thought, Darnell decided to take her back to his rented apartment.
“Whoosh-”
Just as the car turned toward Woodsea, the sound of roaring engines came from behind, followed by the blinding glare of high beams.
Darnell squinted and glanced in the rearview mirror. Three Audi A7s were closing in, radiating a menacing aura.
The three cars sped forward recklessly, exuding an air of unrestrained aggression.
“Damn it. The Axe is really persistent, sending people after me right after the fight…”
Darnell stepped on the gas while pulling out Pierce’s gun from behind, “Good thing I kept this gun, or I’d have to run like a coward.”
He glanced in the rearview mirror again, sensing that these pursuers weren’t from the Axe. All three cars were filled with men wearing pig masks.
If Pierce wanted revenge, he wouldn’t need masks. The Axe treated killing and arson as sacred acts.
Darnell looked down at Abbigail, his previously calm eyes now cold and sharp, “So, they’re here for her!”
He guessed that these men were likely targeting Abbigail, and since she had no bodyguards with her, she must have sneaked out tonight.
As Darnell made this judgment, one of the Audi A7s opened its sunroof, and a burly, menacing man emerged, holding a nail gun typically used for bridge construction-a tool capable of piercing even stone.
He aimed at the rear tires of Darnell’s car and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
“Shit!”
Darnell reacted quickly, swerving the steering wheel to avoid the shot.
With a dull thud, a three-inch-long nail pierced through the trunk and embedded itself into the ground, sending sparks flying and creating a heart-stopping moment on the empty road.