Chapter 18
Almost at the exact same moment, Rachel was yanked violently to one side. Before she could even process what was happening, she was staring straight into Quincy’s face.
Then pain shot through her shoulder as his fingers dug in hard enough to bruise.
They were pressed together in what looked like an intimate embrace-from the outside, anyone would think they were getting physical.
The car window was completely down, putting them in full view of the Rolls-Royce in the next lane.
“Oh!” Sophie was playing with her hair in the passenger seat when something caught her eye. “Isn’t that Rachel?”
Jaxon looked over and sure enough, there was Rachel apparently getting cozy with some guy.
“Rachel’s really… bold, isn’t she…”
Sophie didn’t finish the thought, but Jaxon’s imagination was already running wild.
He let out a cold laugh, his voice dripping with contempt. “What a joke. Fresh out of prison and already throwing herself at random guys. Pathetic.”
At the same time, Rachel was furiously trying to push Quincy away, meeting his twisted, predatory smile.
“Jaxon!” Rachel screamed toward the other car. Right now, Jaxon was her only hope.
But Jaxon’s gaze just swept over her dismissively, like she was beneath his notice.
The second the light turned green, he floored it and sped away.
“How sad. Your knight in shining armor just left you behind,” Quincy sneered and gunned the engine toward a more isolated
area.
The moment he parked, Quincy locked the doors from the inside and turned toward her with a look that made Rachel’s blood
run cold.
“Nobody’s coming to save you now, sweetheart.”
He lunged at her, and Rachel felt like she was going to be sick. She swung wildly with a hidden hairpin, but he grabbed her wrist and slapped her hard across the face.
“Cut the act. You think you’re still some precious princess? You’re nothing but damaged goods.”
Quincy pinned her against the seat, his voice turning ugly. “Three years locked up with all those women… bet you learned some interesting tricks.”
Rachel tried to fight back, but he was stronger. Just as things were getting desperate-
“CRASH!”
The back of the car exploded in a massive impact, sending the vehicle lurching forward.
Quincy lost his grip and slammed into the dashboard.
Rachel didn’t waste a second-she yanked the door handle and bolted from the car.
Her bare feet hit the wet pavement, sharp stones cutting into her skin, but she didn’t care. She ran like her life depended on it into the dark night.
Quincy tried to chase her but got cornered by the other driver.
“Sir, is your car okay? I’m so sorry about the accident…”
“Get lost!” Quincy snarled.
By the time he broke free, Rachel had already disappeared into the storm.
She ran desperately through the downpour, her torn dress clinging to her as rain mixed with tears on her face. Suddenly her foot slipped and she crashed hard to the pavement.
The pain in her knee was excruciating, making it nearly impossible to stand.
That’s when a pair of polished black shoes appeared in front of her.
Rachel’s heart sank into her stomach.
Had she failed to escape after all?
She slowly looked up and found herself staring into a pair of familiar dark eyes.
It was Nicolas.
