In the following days, Tyler continued to take her from house to house, and the time they managed to
stay in each house shortened with each relocation.
Vicky was no fool and soon realized that they were being chased.
One day, Tyler left her in one of the houses and headed out right away. She did not know where he
went, but that night, he returned with injuries.
There was a gigantic cut on his left arm, and the blood drenched his shirt.
As soon as he stepped into the house, she caught onto the scent of blood and paled. Not wasting any
time asking questions, she blurted out, âIâm getting the first-aid kit.â
However, he stopped her immediately. âIâm fine,â he said in a low voice. âLeave with me right now.â
She glanced at his left arm. âBut your armâ¦â
âLetâs leave first,â he repeated sternly and started dragging her outside.
Guns were fired at them as soon as they stepped foot out of the house, and Vicky was startled.
Tyler pulled her behind him and said, âDonât be afraid. I wonât let you get hurt.â
He pulled out a gun and fired two shots in the direction where the bullets came from.
It was the first time Vicky ever found herself in such a situation, and she was as pale as a ghost as her
heart sank.
These men were definitely not working for Noah, or they would never use guns.
âWho else can it be though?â she thought. âAn enemy of Tyler, orâ¦?â
Tyler dragged her to the car and opened the door to the driverâs seat. âVicky, youâll drive.â
She froze. âMe?â
âI taught you before, remember?â
âButâ¦â
She was a decent driver under Tylerâs guidance, but she was not confident enough to drive under such
circumstances.
âThereâs no âbutâ.â Tyler pushed her in. âTheyâre armed, and someone needs to fire back or none of us
would get out of here alive.â
Vicky knew that they could not afford to waste any time and clenched her jaw before fastening the seat
belt.
Tyler fired his gun in a certain direction and went onto the passengerâs seat.
Once he was seated, the car darted out.
Vickyâs head remained dazed and started to sweat on her palms as she drove.
The sound of gunshots never ceased, and the mirror on the left side of the car shattered.
The cars behind them continued to follow them, and since Vicky had not been exposed to car racing for
long enough, she was hardly as skilled as Tyler and could not shake the cars off despite her effort.
Tyler shot at the tires of the cars behind them, but there were simply too many people. Moreover, other
cars would simply take up any empty space Tyler created.
After getting rid of four cars behind them, Tyler said, âStop the car.â
Vicky stepped on the brake. âAre we not driving?â
âThey seem to be able to track us wherever we go.â Tyler frowned. âMaybe they placed a tracker in the
car. Letâs try driving another car instead.â