Chapter 7

Rose's POV

My heart was pounding in my chest as the car screeched around the corner, narrowly missing a parked car. The black car was still following us, and I could see the driver's face in the rearview mirror, his eyes fixed on us.

"We need to get out of here," I said, my voice trembling. "Can't you go any faster?"

The driver looked back at me, his face tense. "I'm doing my best," he said. "But they're not giving up."

We sped down the side street, the sound of the black car's engine roaring behind us. I could see the driver's face in the mirror, his eyes flicking between the road and the car chasing us.

And then, out of nowhere, there was a loud bang, and the car swerved to the side. I screamed, thinking we had been hit, but then the driver straightened out the car, and we continued on.

"What was that?" I asked, my voice shaking.

The driver looked back at me, his face grim. "They shot at us," he said. "We need to get out of here now."

We took another turn, and I could feel the car skidding on the wet road. I held on tight to the seat, feeling like I was going to be sick. The black car was still following us, its headlights glaring in the darkness.

And then, suddenly, the driver slammed on the brakes, and the car screeched to a halt. I looked around, confused, and then realized that we were in an alleyway, with no way out.

"We're trapped," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

The driver turned to me, his face pale. "I'm sorry," he said. "I didn't know where else to go."

I felt tears welling up in my eyes. Was this the end for me? Was I going to die here, in this alleyway, with no one to help me?

But then, to my surprise, the driver jumped out of the car and ran to a nearby building. I watched him as he disappeared inside, wondering what he was doing. A man from inside one of the houses came down and opened his gate for us to hide.

When the black car passed the gate, we immediately thanked the man and sped out, loosing the black car for a while but eventually they still caught up to us.

As we drove, I could hear the sound of the black car's engine behind us. It was like a beast, chasing us through the streets. I could see the headlights in the mirror, getting closer and closer.

"We need to lose them," I said, my heart racing.

The driver nodded, his eyes fixed on the road. He swerved around a corner, narrowly missing a pedestrian, and then took a sharp turn down another street. The black car followed, its engine roaring.

"We're not going to make it," I said, my voice shaking.

But then, just as I thought we were done for, the driver took another turn, and we found ourselves on a long, straight road. The black car was still behind us, but it was getting further and further away.

"We did it," I said, relief flooding through me.

The driver nodded, his face grim. "We're not safe yet," he said. "We need to keep moving."

And so we did, driving through the city, the black car nowhere to be seen. I was still shaking, my heart racing, but I felt a sense of relief knowing that we had escaped. For now, at least.

The black car followed, but we had gained some distance. The driver continued to weave through the streets, trying to lose our pursuers.

After what felt like an eternity, the black car disappeared from our view. The driver let out a sigh of relief and pulled over to the side of the road. "Are you alright?" he asked, turning to me.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. "I think so. Thank you for getting us out of there and keeping us safe. I'd double your pay." I said with a smile and he felt contented.

The driver nodded and checked his phone. "We're not far from the pack community now. Do you want me to take you there?"

I nodded, grateful for his help. As we drove towards the community, I couldn't help but wonder who was following us and why. My already scattered life had just become even more complicated.

I let out a deep breath, relieved that we had managed to lose the black car. I turned to the driver, who was still catching his breath.

"Thank you," I said, my voice shaking. "You saved my life."

The driver looked at me, his face serious. "It's my job," he said. "I'm just glad you're safe."

I nodded, feeling a lump form in my throat. "Is there anything I can do to repay you?" I asked.

The driver hesitated for a moment before speaking. "Well, I don't usually do this, but ... could you pay me a little extra?" he asked. "I went out of my way to help you, and I could really use the money."

I nodded, understanding. "Of course," I said, reaching into my pocket. I pulled out a wad of cash and handed it to him. "Thank you again."

The driver counted the money and then looked back at me. "You're very generous," he said. "Thank you."

I watched as he drove away, feeling a sense of gratitude and relief wash over me. I had made it out alive, thanks to him. But now, I had to face the reality of what had happened. I was being chased by unknown men, and I had no idea why. I needed to find out, and fast.

To avoid getting recognized by people, I draped a shawl over my head. I entered the pack house through the back entrance and quietly walked toward my room.

As I successfully entered, I closed the door and fell, my back against the door with my knees pulled towards my chest.

Tears were streaming down my face and I didn't know what to do. I continued sobbing as I couldn't help the mess I put myself into.

Being rejected wasn't enough, I gave my virginity to someone else and now, I am being tailed by my unknown men. Tears spilled on my cheeks like a flowing river until I heard my mother's voice calling out to me from the hallway.

"Rose? Are you back?" She called out and I cursed.

"Shit!" Although I wasn't dressed in Mia's ceremony attire, I was not looking presentable.

I panicked and cleaned my tears, fear building up inside me. I grabbed my things and dashed towards the bathroom, hoping to be in the shower before she entered but as I opened the door, my bedroom door opened wide.

"Rose?” she called out and I froze in shock.