Chapter 7

MOLLY'S POV

"Oh my goodness! I can't let that old bastard catch up to me!" I mumbled, running as hard as I could. I swear, I've never run like this in my life.

I haven't rested since morning, and ever since I got to the club, I've been on the run. I'm already feeling exhausted; I think I might collapse at any moment.

I keep running, not stopping for even a second. A few times, I glance back to make sure Ferraro isn't following me, and the fact that...

He’s not following me brings me some relief, but I still need to get out of this club completely because of the bastard who was after me earlier.

Hasn’t Chloe noticed that I’m no longer in the middle of the dancing crowd? If I didn’t know her better, I might think she didn’t care, but I do know her. Still, I can’t figure out what’s going on in her mind right now.

I hope she realizes that I'm in a bad situation and that I really need to get out of here. This isn’t my kind of place, and I swear I’ll never come back to a place like this again.

Even though I’m furious with Chloe right now, I hope she’s looking for me and will help me escape this awful place.

I keep running, but after a few minutes, I finally stop.

"Wait, where am I even running to? Where am I right now?" I said, stopping in the middle of the hallway and looking around. It seemed like I wasn’t going to reach the end of this corridor anytime soon, and I noticed that not a single person was walking by.

"Damn it!" I mumbled, fear creeping into my voice. I realized I was lost in this club, and I probably wouldn’t find my way out unless someone guided me.

I know the club is massive, and as a newbie, I wouldn’t know my way out without someone who frequents the place. Right now, I realize I’ve wandered into a part of the club I shouldn’t be in, and I’m absolutely terrified.

Clearly, the owner of this club is incredibly wealthy, and the patrons are just as affluent, judging by their dresses. However, it’s not just their wealth that stands out; many of them are also bad people. Asking one of them to help me leave the club would only put me in more trouble. And returning to where I'm coming from means I might run into Ferraro again, and I really don’t want to see him.

"I'm dumb. Chloe has gotten me into trouble. How am I going to get out of here?" I mumbled, on the verge of tears as I stood in the middle of the hallway, glancing around fearfully like a lost and hopeless girl.

I would have called Dad or Chloe, but then I remembered I hadn’t taken my phone with me. I’ll say it over and over again: this is the worst day of my life.

I was still standing there, trying to figure out how to get myself out of this situation, and here when I suddenly heard a loud scream coming from a room not far away.

Could my ears be deceiving me? No, not at all! I would recognize that voice even in my sleep. That’s definitely Chloe’s voice, and there’s a hint of pain in it.

"What the heck is wrong with her?" I mumbled panic etched on my face before finally moving my feet and starting to walk toward the room Chloe's voice was coming from.

Her painful screams echoed repeatedly, and I was terrified. "What’s happening today? Does this mean both Chloe and I are in danger?" The questions flooded my mind as I hurried to the room.

I don't care if it's dangerous to go to the room where Chloe's voice is coming from; I need to save her. Even if it puts me in danger and we might not both make it out alive, I can't just walk away. I have to try to save her.

Hearing her screams, I know Chloe is in so much pain. My sister is suffering, and it hurts me deeply right now.

I finally understood why Chloe hadn’t been looking for me earlier: she was in danger too. “Now I’m really mad at myself for getting angry at her without knowing what was going on, for judging her as if she didn’t care about me and just left me here,” I mumbled to myself, tears welling up in my eyes. I took a final step toward the door, only to find it locked from the inside.

"I know that if I were in this situation, Chloe would come to my rescue without a second thought. That’s how much we love each other, even though we’re not related by blood. Not knowing what’s causing her pain inside that room is driving me insane and filling me with fear," I thought as I brought my shaky hand to the door and knocked.

My whole body began to tremble when Chloe's screams suddenly stopped, and I felt my blood run cold.

"Scared" is an understatement of how I'm feeling right now. When the door didn't open, I knocked again, and...

This time, the door was yanked open from the inside, revealing a rough-looking, muscular man with an angry expression on his face.

Oh my goodness! Is it what I think it is? Why is a man like this coming out of where Chloe's voice is coming from? Does that mean Chloe is being raped?

My eyes widened in shock at the thought, and tears began to roll down my cheeks. I didn’t fully understand what was happening, but it was hard to believe anything other than that this man was doing something bad and painful to Chloe.

"What are you doing here? Do you want to die? Get lost right now, or you'll regret ever coming here," the man said coldly, his voice filled with fury.

"How dare you hurt my sister? How—" I hadn’t finished my sentence when the man began pulling out a gun from his pocket.

"I'm the one who's stupid for exchanging words with you. I should have killed you immediately," he said, still getting his gun.

Seizing the moment, I suddenly raised my leg and kicked him hard on his d*ck. He let out a pained scream, and I took the opportunity to push him away from the door and rushed inside.

I didn’t care about what was going to happen next; I just wanted to see and try to save my sister.

As soon as I stepped inside, I noticed the room was dimly lit, but I could see Chloe tied to a chair, blood covering her body as she breathed heavily. In front of her stood two men with their backs to me.

"Chloe!" I screamed, my heart racing at the sight of my sister in such a state. I was about to rush to her when one of the men turned around, and my eyes widened in shock at who I saw.

It was none other than Ferraro.