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Chapter_97
Sadie felt her frustration building as the group of boys surrounded her, their advances growing bolder with each passing second. Her hand instinctively went to her wound, the pain flaring up as she brushed against it again. She grit her teeth, trying to stay calm despite the swelling discomfort and the overwhelming sense of being trapped in this situation.
The boy in hip-hop clothing moved closer, his arm reaching for her once more. But Sadie had had enough. With a swift motion, she shoved him away again, her voice steely with authority.
“Get lost! Now!” she snapped, her eyes burning with defiance.
The boys hesitated for a moment, taken aback by her sudden assertiveness. Sadie took a step back, instinctively putting more distance between herself and them, but the pain from her injury lingered, making her movements feel sluggish. She scanned her surroundings, hoping for some sign of help, but the street was still eerily quiet, and the boys weren’t backing off.
The boy in the hip-hop clothing smirked, stepping closer again. “You’re a tough one, huh? But you can’t be serious, right? Just come with us to the bar, and we’ll make you feel better. We’ll even pay for that wound of yours.”
Sadie’s patience was wearing thin. She wasn’t going to let these idiots take advantage of her while she was vulnerable. As the boy reached for her again, she stepped aside swiftly, grabbing a loose rock from the ground and holding it firmly in her hand.
“Touch me again, and you’ll regret it,” she warned, her voice low but filled with an unmistakable threat.
The group of boys exchanged uncertain glances, but none dared to approach further, recognizing the fiery determination in her eyes. Finally, the boy who had been leading the charge scoffed, muttering something about her being “too difficult,” and turned to head back to the Porsche.
Sadie let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding, her body still tense, every muscle on edge. She was ready to move away, but the pain from her injury still held her in place, making her hesitant.
Just as she was about to try calling for help again, the sound of an engine revving in the distance caught her attention. A sleek, dark car—an Aston Martin—drove up slowly, the headlights cutting through the night. The car stopped right in front of her, and the door swung open.
Sadie’s heart skipped a beat as she looked up, expecting to see someone else, but instead, Micah stepped out, wearing a mask and a different set of clothes than before. His gaze locked onto her immediately, and for a moment, Sadie could only stand there, stunned, her mind racing.
What was he doing here? Why was he wearing a mask? The thought of him arriving now after everything that had happened between them only confused her more.
“Need a ride?” Micah’s voice was different, colder, but still unmistakable.
Sadie swallowed hard, her mind at a loss for words. She hadn’t expected him to come back, much less in this way. Was he mocking her? Or was this something else entirely?
The boys, still lingering nearby, looked curiously at the scene unfolding, unsure whether to stick around or leave. Sadie stood frozen, the necklace clutched tightly in her hand, her phone nearly dead, her body sore and exhausted from everything she had just endured.
She glanced back at Micah, unsure of what to say. But before she could respond, he raised an eyebrow, his expression unreadable beneath the mask. “Get in,” he said again, more forcefully this time.
Sadie hesitated for just a moment longer, before finally nodding and stepping toward the car. Whatever the reason behind this unexpected turn of events was, she had no choice but to follow his lead.
