Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption
Chapter 93: Stay safe

Chapter 93: Stay safe

With the three bikers down and out, Ethan sighed in relief "thank God, it ended just this way" he mused. He adjusted his mood as he steadied the car but Jessica voice tore through his thought disrupting his plan.

"Ethan there is truck coming head on, there are staging another accident, quickly turn around to the direction you are coming from and accelerate your speed. After 20 kilometers pack the car".

Ethan barely had time to process Jessica’s command before he caught sight of the massive truck barreling toward them at a full speed with its headlights beaming like the eyes of a predator.

Ethan’s hand instinctively tightened on the steering wheel as his pulse raced.

"Damn! They’re not backing down at all!" he cursed under his breath, swiftly spinning the wheel to make a sharp U-turn.

The tires screeched against the asphalt, the car jerking violently as he struggled to regain control.

Davis froze at the sound as it all came crawling back —The blaring horn, the screeching tires, the world flipping over. The excruciating pain. His body tensed as the vivid memories clawed at his mind, dragging him back to the accident that had cost him everything.

His breath turning into a shallow, panic seeping into his veins like poison.

"No... No..." he muttered, barely audible.

Jessica snapped her gaze to him. She recognized the signs instantly—his trembling fingers, the distant, unfocused look in his eyes, the rapid rise and fall of his chest. He was reliving it.

"Davis, look at me," she urged, grabbing his hand. When he didn’t respond, she squeezed it tightly, forcing him back to reality. "Breathe with me. In... out. Focus on me."

Davis’ jaw clenched, his knuckles turning white instantly. The ringing in his ears refused to fade. Jessica leaned closer, her voice firm but soothing as she continuously talked to him breaking through his illusion.

The weight of her words anchored him, dragging him out of the darkness. His breathing, though still erratic, slowed slightly. His grip on her hand tightened, as if drawing strength from her presence.

Just then, Jessica’s phone vibrated in her pocket. She quickly retrieved it, eyes still on Davis. Seeing the caller ID, she swiped to answer.

"Boss, we’re on our way. What’s your situation?" came the urgent voice of her subordinate.

Jessica didn’t hesitate. "We’re being tailed. They are bent on staging an accident—sent a truck straight for us. So make it faster."

"Understood, we will be there in ten minutes."

"That’s too long. We don’t have ten minutes," she snapped. "Get here faster."

"Yes, boss."

The call ended.

With one hand holding on to Davis, she dialed out "Red, cover up in five minutes", she instructed concisely.

Jessica looked at Ethan, her gaze sharp. "Keep driving for twenty kilometers, then pull over."

Ethan nodded, swallowing hard. "Understood."

Jessica turned back to Davis. His grip on her hand had lessened, but the tension in his shoulders remained. She lifted her free hand and gently cupped his cheek, her touch gentle. "We must get through this unscathed okay?"

Davis finally met her gaze. The storm in his eyes was still there, but it was no longer consuming him.

"I hear you," he murmured as he struggled to gather himself together. He rarely had episodes these days but this is triggered and with that he made a mental note to work on it.

Jessica gave him a small, reassuring smile before turning her attention back to the road.

By the time, they drove over the next twenty kilometers, the shadow guards Jessica arranged for Davis had arrived and are already waiting for them well prepared.

"Ethan, you are dropping me off why Davis shadow guard takes both of you to somewhere safe."

Ethan and Davis were shocked, they never expected that Davis had a shadow guard. "You don’t look at me like that, we dont have all the time to talk. Ask me when we are all safe." Jessica instructed.

Swiftly, she gathered some handy weapons within her range —daggers, her blades, rope, sling and smoke bombs.which she has always carried in her bag compartment without notice.

Davis mouth lay agape while Ethan at the front viewing her from the rearview was shaking with fear.

It was beyond their expectations, that such weapons are they in such simple looking bag. One look at it is like handbag and it might look like a purse but then it is just weapons.

Davis wondered if she is a Mafia but Ethan screamed inwardly "I never knew madam".

"Ethan, are you set?" She asked with a glance at him.

Ethan gulped while his hand tightened more on the steering as he nodded lightly, steadying his breathe to be fàst and concise.

Speaking into her Bluetooth earbud which Davis had just discovered is on her.

"Red, he must lose a single hair or I am having your head. Send him back safely. Make sure you are not followed".

"Yes, boss.the voice echoed. She pulled out one of the bud and attached to his ear "I will be able to hear you when you speak."

"Don’t have another episode." She instructed with a gentle soothing tone that is in contrast to the situation.

"Ethan?" She called him knowingly.

With a swoosh the car pulled over, Davis clenched his jaw, his expression complicating. "Jessica—", he called.

She didn’t wait. With a swift movement, she leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek—a fleeting, tender gesture amidst the chaos.

Then, without hesitation, she pulled away and stepped out of the car.

Davis moved instinctively, reaching for the door handle. But Ethan was much faster. The locks clicked shut.

"Drive," Jessica commanded over the earpiece, her voice firm.

"Understood, boss," a voice echoed from the shadows.

Ethan hesitated for only a second before slamming his foot on the gas. The car lurched forward, leaving Jessica standing alone on road.

Davis’ fists tightened, his breathing uneven.

Through the earpiece, her voice cut through.

"Stay safe." and before he could respond the line went dead.

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