Mending a Broken Love (Roxanne and Sebastian) novel Chapter 68

Sebastian's eyes burned red with fury, and his entire presence was radiating a lethal air.

He barked an order to Aiden. "Ram it out of the way!"

Aiden stiffened and hesitated before responding, "Mr. Hayes, we can't."

The massive truck in front of them was fully loaded with heavy cargo. Their car, a luxury Maybach sedan, wouldn't stand a chance of moving it. If they rammed it, their car would likely be crushed—possibly even killing them in the process.

Worse yet, the truck driver had already anticipated this. The moment he blocked the road, he yanked out the keys and jumped out of the truck.

A waiting motorcycle picked him up, and within seconds, he was gone—probably off to meet his accomplices.

Sebastian pulled out his phone and dialed a number. "Track them. Don't lose sight of them. Not even for a second."

A firm voice responded on the other end. "Yes, Mr. Hayes. We're keeping an eye on them."

Hearing this, Sebastian regained a sliver of composure. He hung up the call and turned to Aiden. "Call for reinforcements. Now!"

"Yes, Mr. Hayes."

Sebastian got out of the car. In the pitch-black night, his tall figure cut through the darkness like a vengeful reaper from the depths of hell.

Taylor, who had just struggled to his feet, barely had time to react before Sebastian's foot slammed into his chest. The impact sent him flying.

He crashed to the ground nearly six feet away, landing hard on the pavement. Before he could catch his breath, Sebastian was already on him, grabbing him by the hair and slamming his head into the ground with brutal force.

A sharp burst of pain exploded in Taylor's skull. His vision spun violently. He groaned once, then blacked out. Blood seeped into the ground beneath him.

Aiden watched the scene unfold in silent horror as his entire body trembled. He had witnessed everything from the beginning to the end. He understood perfectly that Taylor had brought this upon himself.

If she still had her skill, she could have made the car crash by now. Her jinxes had never backfired on her. But there was no point dwelling on that now.

She was injured, but she wasn't completely helpless. Her hands were still free. She reached down and quietly pulled the belt out from around her waist. Then, she waited.

The moment she saw an opportunity, she lunged forward and looped the belt around the driver's neck, yanking it tight.

The driver cursed in shock, and the car jerked wildly across the road. Gritting his teeth, he slammed his foot on the brakes and wrestled with the wheel to regain control.

Just as the car skidded to a stop, Roxanne secured the belt around the headrest and pulled it into a tight knot. Then, without wasting a second, she yanked the door open and bolted. She plunged into the pitch-black forest beside the road.

The driver thrashed, trying to break free, but Roxanne had tied the knot tight. For several agonizing moments, he struggled. Then, finally, it hit him—he had a knife.

Reaching down, he pulled a blade from his boot and sliced through the belt. Freed at last, he grabbed his weapon and leaped out of the car. Then, he ran after Roxanne.