Chapter 457
They were, in all likelihood, not going to make it to the plane.
"Come on." Clark had no time for lengthy discussions.
Grabbing each other by the arm, they had barely made it out the door when a knife came slashing down. With a swift kick, he sent the knife-wielding assailant sprawling and urged them towards the plane.
Blood stained his arm, and his clothes were already soaked in crimson.
Taylor was in tears, and Logan found a bitter taste in his mouth. If it weren’t for Carol, this young man wouldn’t be risking his life to protect them.
He was indeed in love with Carol—so deeply that it extended to those she cared about.
The goons from Romeo were badly injured, but seeing Clark trying to escort the elderly couple to the plane, they gritted their teeth, rose from the ground, and fought to protect them.
Taylor looked at the carnage, unable to comprehend who her daughter had crossed. It was terrifying.
They were still some distance from the plane, and Romeo’s men, already injured, were dropping like flies. Soon, a dozen or so attackers were rushing towards Clark.
One of them drew a knife on Taylor.
They didn’t want to kill them, but to trap them so they could be taken back to face their fate.