Page 76 of Billionaire’s Heartbreak

I didn't move. I couldn't. I was staring at Andy—the blood, her pale face, the way she was still struggling to stay upright.

“June!” Kai grabbed my arm. “Move!”

That finally broke through. I stumbled backward, and Squirrel appeared beside me, grabbing my arm and pulling me toward the car.

“Come on!”

He yanked open the front passenger door and pushed me inside. “Lock the door!”

My hands shook so badly I almost missed the handle. Behind me, I could still hear the shouting, fighting, and pounding footsteps, and somewhere among all that noise, Kai was still outside.

My heart stopped. “Kai⁠—”

“Lock it!” Squirrel slammed the door.

Suddenly, I was alone inside the car. I did as I was told, but the moment the door locked, Squirrel disappeared from view. Bodies surrounded him, kicking him and trying to pull him away from the car while hands grabbed at my door. Someone tried the handle once, then twice. I pressed myself against the seat, my heart hammering so hard it hurt.

Then the door on the other side flew open.

I turned and screamed.

The driver was dead. His head had fallen awkwardly against the seat, blood covering the front of his shirt, a deep cut across his throat. I couldn't look away until Kai reached through and dragged the body out.

“Get him!” Someone shouted behind him.

Sei Zai.

The same face. The same eyes. The same strange smile I'd seen outside the building.

“Watch out!” I screamed, but I was too late.

The machete came down, and I saw where it landed. It struck Kai across the back.

“Kai!”

He staggered forward, and for one terrifying second, I thought he'd fallen. Then he turned, the pain disappearing beneath something colder. He lunged at Sei Zai, driving his fingers toward the boy's eyes. Sei Zai flinched and stumbled backward, and Kai kicked him hard enough to send him crashing against the side of the car.

Kai climbed inside. He barely had time to pull the door shut before he slammed his foot onto the accelerator. The car shot forward, throwing me sideways with every turn as we tore out of the car park.

“Kai.” He didn't answer. “Kai, stop here.”

“What?”

“We have to change cars.”

“No.” His hands tightened around the steering wheel. “Why?”

“They're going to catch up with us.” I looked behind us. I couldn't see them anymore, but that didn't mean they weren't there. “We can't outrun them in this.”

“We can.”

“No, we can't.” My voice rose. “Stop the car.”

He slammed on the brakes. The car jerked to a stop, and I was already opening the door.

“Come on.”

“What are you doing?”