Chapter 6: Chapter 6

Nani hirunkit

The car was eerily quiet, except for the hum of the engine and the faint click of Win’s fingers against the steering wheel as he tapped a rhythm. I sat stiffly in the back seat, my hands clasped tightly in my lap. Sky sat beside me, his posture deceptively relaxed, but his eyes were fixed on the side mirror. His stillness felt calculated, the kind that comes from someone who’s always prepared for a fight.

The air in the car was thick, charged with a tension I couldn’t name. I didn’t need to be told something was wrong.

“Is everything okay?” I asked, my voice quieter than I intended.

Sky didn’t answer right away. His gaze remained on the mirror, his jaw tight. It wasn’t until Win muttered a curse under his breath that Sky finally spoke.

“Stay alert,” he said, his tone low, almost distracted.

That was when I saw it—the dark SUV in the rearview mirror. It was gaining on us fast, its headlights glaring like predatory eyes. My stomach twisted as a wave of unease washed over me.

“What’s going on?” I asked again, my voice rising slightly.

“Enemy,” Sky said flatly, his hand slipping beneath his coat. A moment later, he pulled out a sleek handgun, the movement fluid and practiced.

My chest tightened. “Enemy?” I repeated, my voice cracking slightly. “What does that mean?”

“It means someone doesn’t like us,” Win said dryly, his eyes flicking to the side mirror. “They’re closing in.”

Before I could respond, the first gunshot rang out.

The sound was deafening, shattering the tense silence. I ducked instinctively, my heart slamming against my ribs. Glass sprayed across the car as the back window exploded, the cold night air rushing in to sting my skin.

“Get down!” Sky barked, his voice cutting through the chaos like a whip. It wasn’t a request—it was a command, sharp and unyielding.

I obeyed, curling against the seat, clutching at the leather as though it could shield me from the violence unfolding around us. My pulse thundered in my ears, drowning out the screech of tires and the roar of the engine.

Win swerved sharply, cursing under his breath. “Two cars—one behind, one ahead. They’re trying to box us in.”

Sky leaned toward the open window, his gun raised. “Then let’s make them regret it.”

Another gunshot cracked through the night, this one from Sky’s weapon. The SUV behind us swerved, its tire bursting with a sharp hiss, but it kept coming.

“They’re not backing off,” Win growled, jerking the wheel to avoid the other car closing in from the side.

“Why is this happening?” I shouted, my voice trembling. “What the hell is going on?”

Sky’s gaze flicked to me, cold and calculating. “This is the world you stepped into, doctor.”

“Don’t blame me for your enemies!” I snapped, the fear twisting into anger.

A flicker of something—amusement, maybe—crossed his face, but he didn’t respond. Instead, he leaned further out the window, firing two more shots. One found its mark, shattering the windshield of the car behind us.

“They’re getting out,” Win warned, his tone clipped. I called for backup he said before he out of the car.

I turned, my breath catching as I saw the men spilling out of the SUV, guns raised.

“Run,” Sky said, his voice calm despite the chaos.

“What?”

“When I tell you to run, you run,” he repeated, his tone leaving no room for argument.

“No! I’m not leaving—”

“You will,” he snapped, cutting me off. His eyes locked onto mine, and for a moment, the chaos around us seemed to fade. “Run, Nani. That’s an order.”

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Sky wongravee

The first man dropped before he could even aim, my bullet striking true. I moved with purpose, each shot precise and deliberate. This wasn’t my first ambush, and it wouldn’t be my last.

Win was already out of the car, his movements sharp and efficient as he returned fire. He hit his targets cleanly, without hesitation. But there were too many—six, maybe seven—and they weren’t amateurs.

I took out another as he tried to flank us, but out of the corner of my eye, I saw one of them heading for the car.

For Nani.

A sharp, unfamiliar sensation twisted in my chest. Not fear. Never fear. But something sharper, hotter.

I fired without hesitation, the bullet grazing the man’s shoulder and sending him sprawling to the ground. It bought Nani enough time to scramble out of the car, his face pale and his movements frantic.

“Get back inside!” I barked, moving toward him.

Before I could reach him, a searing pain exploded in my side. I staggered, the warmth of blood soaking through my shirt. The world blurred for a moment, but I gritted my teeth and kept moving. There was no time for pain.

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Nani hirunkit

“Sky!” I shouted, my voice cracking as I saw the blood staining his side. He pressed a hand to the wound, his expression unreadable even as his skin turned pale.

He raised his gun, firing again, but I could see the strain in his movements. He was hurt, badly.

Without thinking, I ran to him, grabbing his arm to steady him. “You’re hurt!”

“I’ve had worse,” he said flatly, though his voice was tighter than usual.

“You need to stop!” I pressed my hands against his wound, the warm stickiness of his blood sending a jolt through me. “You’re bleeding—”

“I don’t stop,” he said, his gaze locking onto mine. “Not for this. Not for anything.”

“You will if you die,” I snapped, anger and fear warring in my chest.

His hand covered mine, firm but not harsh. His eyes softened—just for a moment, just enough for me to see something beneath the ice.

“You care too much,” he murmured, his voice so quiet I almost didn’t hear it.

Before I could respond, Win’s voice cut through the chaos. “Boss! Backup’s coming. We need to move, now!”

Sky straightened, his jaw tightening as he pushed me toward the car. “Get in.”

“But—”

“Now, Nani,” he said, his voice hard.

This time, I didn’t argue.

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Back at the Mansion

I practically dragged Sky into the lounge, ignoring his protests. He was pale, the blood loss finally catching up to him, but he still had the nerve to smirk at me as I forced him onto the couch.

“Take off your jacket,” I ordered, already pulling supplies from my bag.

“Is this how you speak to all your patients?” he asked, his tone light despite the pain etched on his face.

“Just the stubborn ones,” I shot back, peeling back his shirt to examine the wound.

I scowled at him, my hands trembling slightly as i began stitching the wound. "You almost died tonight, Sky. Maybe stop talking for once."

His smirk faded slightly, replaced by something quieter. "But i didn't," he said softly. "Because of you."

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Outside the lounge, Dew was pacing, his fist clenched. "This is the third time, Win. And now Sky's hurt? This is unacceptable."

Win leaned against the wall, his expression unreadable. "We'll handle it."

"When?" Dew snapped, stepping closer. " Before or after they take another shot at him?"

Win's jaw tightened. " They won't get the chance. I'll make sure of it."

Dew's eyes softened for a moment, but he quickly looked away. "You'd be better."

For a moment, the air between them was heavy, unspoken tension crackling. Then Win's voice dropped, quieter but firm. " I won't let him down, or you."

Dew didn't respond, but his silence spoke volumes.