Chapter 298

Chapter 298
“You love him,” he murmured. “So much.”

I didn’t answer. I couldn’t trust my voice.

The smile vanished as he faced the road again. His jaw tightened, eyes turning flat, and cold.

“What a shame,” he said. “It’s either me or him.” His fingers flexed around the steering wheel. “And I don’t walk away from fights I start.”

“Tom—”

The word died in my throat.

His gaze flicked to the rear-view mirror, and something dangerous lit in his eyes. A grin spread across his face—dark, sharp, and alive.

“And neither does my brother.”

My stomach dropped.

I turned.

Isaiah’s car tore through traffic behind us, weaving relentless. Headlights flared. Engines roared. Behind him—more cars. Motorbikes. Black vehicles swallowing the road as they closed in.

My breath left me in a rush.

Blood drained from my face. My hands went cold. I watched him dodge, accelerate, refuse to fall back—and my heart shattered with pride and terror all at once.

Tom laughed.

Not a chuckle. Not a scoff.

Laughter—loud, unrestrained, euphoric.

He slammed his foot down harder, the car surging forward.

“To think,” he said between laughs, “this was all it took to get my brother’s attention.” He shook his head, drunk on it. “Fuck. This feels good.”

I snapped my glare to him, gripping the seat handle so tight my fingers hurt.

“You’re sick,” I hissed. “A pathetic excuse for a human being. Everything you do is just a shadow of Isaiah.” My voice shook with rage now. “This won’t make him love you. Or acknowledge you. You’re just a fucking psychopath who doesn’t know how to be anything else—”

Pain exploded.

His hand tangled in my hair, yanking hard. My scalp burned. Tears stung my eyes, but I refused to cry out. I stared straight at him, teeth clenched, even as he snarled.

“You fucking bitch.”

He shoved me away violently. My head slammed into the glass. White pain burst behind my eyes, down my jaw, ringing through my skull.

I gasped, vision swimming.

He checked the mirror again and smiled—satisfied.

“I don’t have time for your tantrums,” he said coldly. “I’ll deal with your pathetic excuse of a husband.” His eyes flicked to me. “Then I’ll deal with you.”
I slumped back into my seat, tears spilling in silent waves down my cheeks as I watched Isaiah get closer—only to be blocked again. Another car swerved in front of him. Gunshots cracked through the air. Metal screamed as they rammed his car.

Every shot made me flinch.
Every hit tore a sob from my chest.

What did we do to deserve this?
Why Isaiah?
Why couldn’t the world just let him breathe?

Without thinking, I rolled the window down and leaned out.

Tom swore loudly, reaching for me while still driving, but I ignored him.

“ISAIAH!” I screamed.

His eyes found mine through the windshield.

And he smiled.

A slow, wicked smirk curved his lips—and then he winked at me.

He winked.

My breath caught in my throat.

In the same second, a hand lunged through his window. Isaiah ducked, one hand steady on the wheel, the other hand hit the man’s hand so hard I felt the crack from here.

“ISA—”

Pain exploded again as Tom yanked me back by the hair.

“You fucking bitch,” he hissed, shoving me into the seat.

I gasped, chest heaving, and glared at him.

“Are you insane?” he yelled, voice shaking with fury as he drove. “Do you want to die?”

“I might as well,” I shot back, the words sharp and steady despite the tears. “Because there is no world where I live if Isaiah dies.”

The truth settled heavy between us.

Tom stared at me like I was something unreal, something broken beyond repair. His mouth opened—then a car shot past us.

“Fuck,” he snarled, slamming his foot harder on the pedal.

My heart leapt.

Isaiah.

Tom tried to overtake him.

Isaiah blocked him.

Left lane—Isaiah.
Right lane—Isaiah again.

The other cars hesitated, unwilling to cut between them, traffic snarling as the two men locked into a dangerous dance at full speed.

Tom slammed his hand against the steering wheel, again and again, rage vibrating through him.

I couldn’t stop the smile that crept onto my face.

Then I laughed.

It burst out of me—raw, breathless, unhinged.

Tom snapped his head toward me. “You think this is funny?”

I shrugged, lighter than I’d felt since the nightmare began. Isaiah was here. Isaiah was winning 

“If watching you lose control at your own game is funny,” I said calmly, “then yes. I think it’s hilarious.”

He glared, muttering under his breath before facing the road again.

Then I saw it.

His hand moved deliberately, Punching numbers into the car.

My smile faded.

“What are you doing?” I asked, my voice already breaking.
He didn’t look at me. Didn’t slow down. His fingers kept punching numbers into the dashboard until a voice burst through the speaker.
“Send in the drone. Blow his car if you can.”
The air left my lungs in a sharp gasp. Panic ripped through me and I lunged forward.
“No! Please—don’t!” I cried, my words tumbling over themselves as I begged whoever was on the other end.
The line went dead.
Tom shoved me back hard. I didn’t stay down. I fought back, pushing and clawing, my hands striking blindly until I felt skin split under my nails.
“You monster,” I screamed. “What have you done?”
He only smirked, using one hand to shove me away again, though I could tell I was slowing him down.
“Where’s that laughter now, beautiful?” he drawled, mocking.
Something in me snapped.
I grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked with everything I had. He screamed, eyes squeezing shut then flying open as he struggled to keep the car steady, swerving to avoid Isaiah’s.
“What the hell?” he cussed.
“Undo it,” I snarled, pulling harder. “Undo what you did, Tom. Do it now or we all die here. Don’t fucking play with me.”
He turned his eyes toward me as much as he could, face twisted with pain and fury.
“I will do no such thing, beautiful,” he said coldly. “If we all die, then so be it.”
Then he grabbed my wrist, peeled my hand from his hair, and twisted hard. Pain tore a scream from my throat.
“And if you touch me again,” he continued calmly, “I’ll change my mind about killing you. Are we clear?”