Chapter 37: Same Target
I sped off with the truck, gripping the wheel tightly, the sound of the engine roaring beneath the weight of all the women I had just rescued.I forced myself to ignore whatever Kevin was doing back there—whether to the security or the police.I had given him a command: protect me until I get away. That was all that mattered now.
As I drove through the dimly lit road, I spotted a large, well-lit restaurant nearby.It was busy—crowded with people.Perfect.I figured it would be safe enough for the women to seek help here, far from the nightmare they had just escaped.
I pulled over and parked the truck in front of the restaurant.
Without wasting a second, I rushed to the back and opened the doors.
To my relief, they were all still there—huddled together, arms wrapped around one another, eyes wide and teary.But they were safe.
I asked them softly, "Are you alright?"
They didn't speak—only nodded, their faces wet with tears, trembling but alive.I could feel the pain in their silence.
"Listen," I began, keeping my voice calm, but firm."I can't reveal my identity to the public. This is as far as I can help you."
I pointed toward the restaurant beside us, its bright lights shining like a beacon of safety.
"Go inside. Tell them what happened. Ask for help from the authorities. This is your chance to be heard."
The girls thanked me one last time before running off toward the restaurant I had pointed out.