Chapter 8

Amelia’s POV

The tires scream against the asphalt again, as this car veers off course. Finally, it skids to a halt against the guardrail. The driver is hurt. Old George has passed out from the huge impact.

I open my eyes. I’m not hurt, but I’m still trembling. The Mercedes also stops. Its driver opens the door and leaps out in a suit and tie. Now I see his face clearly, it’s Nyx!

He comes over and throws a hard punch at the window. Immediately, there’s a big hole in the shattered glass, through which my eyes meet his eyes. The next second, he yanks the door open.

“Who the fuck are you?” Ralph cruses and throws a punch at Nyx. I look at them worried, my heart in the throat.

Nyx holds his arm in the air and gives him a left hook. The sound of Nyx's backhand striking Ralph's face is so loud that Ralph lets out a painful howl before collapsing against the back of the seat. I’ve never seen a fight like this so close, so I freeze on the spot.

Nyx grabs Ralph’s hand and throws him to the gro