Chapter 106

Susan's nails dug deep into her palms, her knuckles turning white. She stared fixedly at the four leering men before her, her stomach churning.

Reason told her she couldn't fight them head-on.

"Pretty thing, why'd you stop running?" The scar-faced leader swung his DSLR camera, lens pointed at her pale face. "Miss Capra's waiting for some exciting photos of you."

Susan whirled around and bolted down a side path. Cold wind burned her throat, carrying the metallic taste of blood. She knew she couldn't outrun them, but she had to buy time.

The cemetery gates stood three hundred meters ahead.

"Damn bitch can run!" Crude shouts followed her. Susan stumbled, her knees slamming hard against stone steps. She fumbled for her phone, fingers trembling as she hit the speed dial.

"Andrew, help me..."

A cold laugh answered. "Susan, what game are you playing now?"

"I'm really—"

"Drop dead." The call ended abruptly.

The camera smashed into her face. The taste of iron filled her mouth. Scar-face yanked her hair, dragging her toward the trees. "Miss Capra wants photos of you getting gang-raped. We'll give you a good time."

"Wait!" Susan suddenly smiled. "How much is Nicole paying you? I'll triple it."

The men exchanged glances. Scar-face loosened his grip. "You got five million?"

"I need my phone to transfer it." She pointed to the shattered device in the distance. "Why not send one guy with me to get cash?"

Bright licked his lips, stepping closer. "Boss, she's hotter than Bella Quinn. Let's—"

"Idiot!" Scar-face backhanded him. "Money first!"

Susan's fingers closed around the razor blade hidden in her boot. As Scar-face bent to grab her, she pressed the sharp edge to his throat.

"Don't move!" Her voice was raw. "Or I slit his windpipe!"

Sirens wailed in the distance. The men paled. Susan shoved Scar-face into his companions and sprinted for the cemetery gates.

Police lights cut through the twilight. As Susan collapsed before the officers, furious shouts followed her. "You bitch! Miss Capra won't let this go!"

Her shattered phone lay on the ground, screen still displaying Andrew's contact. Something cold trailed down her cheek—blood or tears, she couldn't tell.