Chapter 226: Sirens Wail
As a knife swung toward Jack’s back, Alison was overcome with terror. Throwing caution to the wind, she flung open the door. “Jack, watch your back!”
Her shrill, urgent cry cut through the chaos, piercing Jack’s ears.
He instinctively sidestepped, narrowly avoiding the flying blade.
However, his midsection took a solid blow from a club, and he grimaced in pain. The impact sent him staggering backward. Facing over a dozen attackers, he struggled to hold his ground.
“Buddy, that chick in the car’s hot,” a thug said, pointing at Alison through the windshield, his eyes gleaming with greed.
“Drag her out! Take her with us,” ordered the leader.
“Yes, sir.” The thugs moved in unison.
Alison overheard them and slammed the car door shut.
“Alison, get out of here!” Jack roared. His earlier rage had dissipated. For the first time that night, fear cut through his fury—he realized he’d lost control.
Alison sprang into the driver’s seat. She had driven before, but only twice. Now, she had no choice but to push forward.
She pressed the ignition, but the car didn’t move. She tried again, pushing the clutch and shifting gears. Finally, the engine roared to life. She turned the wheel, honked the horn, and drove forward. The car swayed unsteadily under her control, causing the thugs to scatter in fear. She went right up to Jack.
Rolling down the window, she shouted, “Get in the car!”
“Stop him!” the leader bellowed, determined to prevent Jack’s escape.
In her panic, Alison slammed the car into someone nearby.
The sickening thud jolted her entire body.
The collision sent the crowd into further chaos.
After Jack jumped in, the car swayed unsteadily.
A loud thud echoed—it sounded like a tire had been punctured.
“Alison, hurry!” Jack leaned over, took control of the steering wheel, and directed her to accelerate away from the thugs.
Shortly after escaping, however, the car ground to a halt due to a flat tire.
“Alison, get out and run!”
“No, I’m staying with you,” she insisted firmly.
“Alison, go see the kids first. I’ll be right there.” He smiled and pushed her out of the car.
“No! Jack.” Alison glanced back and saw the thugs closing in.
“Let’s get out and run together.” She added.
“Okay.”
They got out of the car and sprinted toward the bustling downtown area ahead.
However, she couldn’t outpace those well-trained thugs.
“Jack, you go ahead.”
“No.” Without hesitation, he insisted on taking her with him.
The pursuers closed in relentlessly. She was already exhausted.
Just then, the wail of police sirens pierced the air.
Hearing them, the pursuers scattered.
“Alison, this way!” Taking advantage of the chaos, Jack grabbed her hand and dashed into a supermarket.
Only after confirming that no one was following them did they stop to catch their breath.
Ignoring the stares of others, Alison pushed Jack against the wall and pulled up his shirt.
“Alison, what are you doing?” he asked, startled by her boldness.
“Let me check.” Before she could finish, she spotted a swollen, red patch on his lower abdomen—clearly where the wooden baton had struck him earlier.
She traced the bruise. “Does it hurt?”
“No. Let’s go.”
“But what about your car?”
“Forget it,” he answered without hesitation.
They hailed a taxi.
After getting in the car, she closed her eyes and leaned into his embrace. “Never fight,” she murmured.
“Alison, did you call the police?”
Puzzled by how he knew she’d made the call, she pulled his phone from her backpack and handed it to him.
He took it with a smile and called his assistant to handle the aftermath.
He gave curt orders: clean up the scene, silence witnesses, and deal with the Lamborghini.
He hung up, his mood light. “That car was long overdue for scrapping. Besides, out with the old and in with the new. What color do you like for the new one?”
“Black,” she answered without hesitation.
“Great! Then we’ll get a black Lamborghini.”
The taxi pulled up before the gates of the ancestral home.