NOVEL NEXT Chapter 89: Chapter 89
Ichiro glanced at her and spoke coldly, *"What's the way to the city?"*
Gloria's lips curled into a wide smile. *"I'll tell you... but only if you grant me a wish."*
Ichiro's expression remained unreadable as he pressed the muzzle of his gun firmly against her skin. *"I'll grant you a wish—by letting you leave alive."*
She let out a soft chuckle, unfazed. Slowly, she leaned closer, her dark eyes gleaming with something unreadable. *"Okay!"* she whispered.
Ichiro narrowed his eyes, sensing something off. He opened his mouth to question her, but before he could utter a word—
Her lips crashed against his.
Ichiro's mind froze.
Ichiro's mind blanked for a second. The warmth of her lips pressed against his, her scent—something sweet yet intoxicating—flooding his senses. His grip on the gun loosened for a split second.
*What the fuck?*
His instincts kicked in, and he shoved her back into her seat, wiping his mouth with his sleeve. His golden eyes burned with fury as he glared at her.
*"What the hell do you think you're doing?!"* he spat, his gun snapping back to her temple.
Ichiro clenched his jaw, disgust crawling up his spine. He pressed the muzzle of the gun harder against her skin, his patience thinning.
*"What the hell was that?"* he growled.
Oh my, was that your first kiss?"* she teased, tilting her head. *"How adorable... And Tasty"* she said as she licked her lips looking at him with lust evident in her eyes.
Lady Gloria only laughed, her black eyes gleaming with mischief. *"I just took my payment in advance, darling."* She tilted her head, the wide grin never leaving her face. *"Now, about that way to the city—"*
Ichiro gritted his teeth, still processing what had just happened. He wanted to shoot her right then and there, but she was still his only lead.
*"Speak."*
Gloria leaned back slightly, her eyes filled with mischief. *"Alright, alright. I'll be good. Take the northern road. Three miles ahead, you'll reach a small outpost. Beyond that, a main trade route will lead you straight to civilization."*
Ichiro studied her expression, looking for any signs of deception. She was too composed, too at ease despite the situation.
He didn't trust her.
But he didn't have a better lead.
*"If you're lying…"* he let the words hang, letting the cold steel of the gun do the talking.
*"If you're lying…"* he let the words hang, letting the cold steel of the gun do the talking.
*"Oh, darling,"* Gloria whispered, licking her lips. *"You'll just have to punish me then."*
Ichiro exhaled sharply.
*She's insane.*
Before Ichiro could even process what had just happened, Lady Gloria swiftly pulled away, a triumphant smile stretching across her lips.
Then, without hesitation, she leaped out of the jeep.
*"Shit—!"* Ichiro barely had time to react before his eyes caught movement in the distance.
Ichiro's eyes widened as he quickly assessed the situation. His grip on the gun tightened, his mind racing. But before he could act, the distant roar of an engine reached his ears.
A black jeep was speeding toward him.
Gloria slipped inside with a graceful ease, her dark eyes flickering with amusement as the vehicle surged forward.
The jeep was speeding toward him, kicking up dust as it closed in fast. His breath hitched as he realized—she had planned this all along.
From the open windows of the pursuing vehicle, the gleam of gun barrels flashed under the dimming sky. The guards inside were already taking aim.
Ichiro's grip tightened around the stolen Glock as a sharp breath left his lips.
*"Damn it... I'm dumb."*
.
.
.
.
Inside the jeep, Lady Gloria slid gracefully into the back seat, her eyes glimmering with a fierce, almost predatory joy. Her face was awash with a smile that dripped with both lust and calculated allure, a mask that concealed the venom now simmering beneath. Outside, the guards stationed at the windows methodically unholstered their guns, their movements precise as they prepared to carry out her command.
With a cold, measured tone that cut through the tense silence, she declared, "Don't shoot the boy. Only the vehicle." Her voice carried a venomous chill, a stark departure from the playful warmth that had greeted Ichiro just moments before. The guards exchanged curt nods, bowing their heads in obedient acknowledgment before lowering their weapons.
Through the narrow window, Lady Gloria's gaze fell upon Ichiro, whose face was etched with tension and a hint of defiance. Oblivious to the full extent of the orchestrated plan, Ichiro wore an expression of apprehension—his eyes flickering with the realization that escape might be slipping away. Unperturbed, Gloria's smile deepened, and she allowed herself a private, triumphant thought: "How much longer will you run? Darling, in the end you'll return to me—this way or another way."
What Ichiro didn't know, and could never fathom, was the ancient adage known among the branded: those who bear the mark always find their way...
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
...
Powerstonessss!!!
Patreon link:-
patreon.com/RoyanTheGreat
Discord link:-
https://discord.gg/vgDzJEjH
Be sure to comment it Motivates me most of the time.