Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 833

Dylan gave her hair a gentle pat. “You okay now?”

She shook her head. “I’m good.”

They barely had time to catch their breath before their pursuers showed up again.

Clara frowned, weighing whether to run for it, but Dylan just calmly loaded his gun. “They’re asking for trouble.”

He said it like it was no big deal.

She let out a quick laugh, her lips curving. “Seriously, we’ve come all this way and they’re still coming after us? And they’re not pulling any punches, either. Must have a death wish. What, a dozen or so? I’ll take the ones on the left, you handle the right, and we meet under that big tree up ahead.”

“Deal.”

He didn’t even hesitate, just bolted into action.

Not to be outdone, Clara sprinted off in the other direction.

Gunfire cracked through the air, one shot after another. When Clara finished off the last guy, she paused. There was a tattoo on his neck—a skull, and it looked oddly familiar.

She crouched down, tugged the guy’s collar aside, and studied it, snapping a quick picture with her phone.

Skull tattoos were everywhere these days, but this one had pale green eyes.

She stared for a second, then gave up trying to place it, taking off toward their meeting spot.

Dylan was already there, wiping down his gun. No surprise he’d wrapped things up on his end.

Clara walked over and held out her phone. “Ever seen this tattoo before? A few of them had it. Looks familiar, but I can’t figure out why.”

Dylan glanced at it and immediately looked away. “Nope.”

Clara smirked. She knew when he was lying.

She took a deep breath. Whatever. She’d ask again once they were out of this forest.

Even tied up, the guy sounded arrogant—he even jerked his chin at the people around him. “Come on, guys, just tell me what price they put on my head. I’ll double it.”

The special ops guys guarding him didn’t reply. They just looked irritated.

Clara was a little too far to see his face, but that voice rang a bell.

The man kept ranting. The leader finally lost patience and kicked him hard.

“Shut up!”

He hit the ground, spitting out a tooth. “Fine! Just you wait. If I make it out of here, you’re all dead—ten times over.”

Clara almost rolled her eyes. Who was this spoiled rich kid? Wouldn’t most people be begging for their lives right now instead of mouthing off?

“I’m telling you, my big brother is a legend. When he shows up, you’re all done for! You must’ve heard of him—Charles! My brother’s insane. He’ll wipe you out!”

Clara had been about to slip away, but when she heard “Charles,” she froze. Did she hear that right?