Love Unspoken

The back windshield of Alexander's ride was totally busted, and the car itself looked like it had been through a war zone, all banged up and ready to fall apart any second. As she watched the cars vanish one by one, she clung to the grass beside her, not even realizing she was grabbing onto thorns that made her palms bleed like crazy. She crouched there, too scared to move, worried there might be assassins lurking behind her.

Time dragged on, and the forest was creepily quiet, not even a single bird making a peep.

It felt like she was back in that other forest. The only difference now was she was all alone, with nothing on her-no phone, no cash.

If she was stuck here by herself, she wouldn't last three days.

She kept staring at where the cars had disappeared, her eyes wide at every little sound, scared she'd miss Alexander's car if it came back. But half an hour went by, and the road stayed dead silent.

She got up from the grass, looking further down the road, still nothing but emptiness.

After another twenty minutes, she finally heard a car, but it was coming from behind her.

She turned and saw through the trees that it was a black car. She thought for a second and then crouched back down.

The car pulled over, and Sean and Matthew got out. Sean spotted the mark Alexander had left, an unopened bag of chips. He looked around and shouted, "Mrs. Kennedy, you here?"

Quinn bolted out when she saw him. She rushed to Sean and grabbed his sleeve. "Sean, why'd you take so long?" she asked.

"We were far off, so it took a while. Where's Mr. Kennedy?" Sean asked.

"They went that way. He's alone and hurt. Hurry, go after him!" Quinn said, pointing ahead, all nervous.

Hearing Alexander was hurt, Sean jumped back in the car and sped off.

Sean explained in the car that Landon was seriously hurt and wasn't expected to cause trouble. Plus, the city was Obsidian Circle's turf, and no one would dare mess around there.

They hadn't expected these guys to be bold enough to make a move even in the city.

"Are they Landon's guys?" Quinn asked.

"Don't know. We haven't found Landon yet, but it's probably his crew," Sean said.

Quinn got even more nervous. The longer this dragged on, the more anxious she got.

After driving for half an hour, they saw a burning car by the roadside. It was a wreck, having burned for a while, with the fire now just smoldering. The grass around it was charred black, and the tree it crashed into had a half-burnt trunk, the whole thing swaying dangerously.

Sean glanced at it and drove past. "It's not Mr. Kennedy's car," he said.

Quinn let out a sigh of relief and kept staring ahead.

Since they were seeing cars now, Alexander probably wasn't too far off.

Not long after, they saw another car lying across the road. This one wasn't burning, but the driver inside was dead, head tilted back in the seat, eyes wide open, with a bullet hole in his forehead.

Quinn forced herself to look away. The road was blocked, so they had to get out and walk.

Sean led the way with his guys, and Quinn followed behind, struggling to keep up. She gritted her teeth and kept going.

There were more bloodstains on this road, but it was unclear whose they were. Occasionally, they saw bodies by the roadside, but luckily, none of them were Alexander.

But after running for a while, Quinn saw a familiar car parked by the roadside.