Rage coursed through me, and I found myself clenching my fists, fighting the urge to confront her physically.
Yet, seeing Carlos nearing her position, I forced myself to stay collected.
Just as Carlos was about to reach Alexandria, the low hum of an approaching car echoed from behind us.
Debraâs POV:
A sense of dread washed over me.
Alexandria, tense and on edge, spun around at the sound of the voice.
She saw the cars behind her and noticed Carlos approaching.
âGet away!â she shouted, panic in her voice.
But Carlos was relentless.
He seized the moment to step forward, grabbing her hand and trying to pull her out of the car.
In a swift move, Alexandria rolled up the car window, trapping Carlosâ hand.
My hand flew to cover my mouth when I witnessed this brutal scene.
Carlosâ face contorted in pain.
With a cold, malicious smile, Alexandria taunted, âYouâre such a loyal lapdog, risking your hand for Caleb and Debra.
I wonder if Caleb will still want you as his beta when youâre disabled.
â
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Carlosâ face turned pale, but he refused to let go of her hand.
As the cars behind us approached, I saw Caleb get out, and a wave of relief washed over me.
âWhy are you here?â I asked, surprised.
Caleb walked over and pulled me into his arms, his voice soothing.
âDonât worry.
I have a plan.
â
He gestured, and two bodyguards emerged from a nearby car, escorting a woman in her fifties.
Carlosâ expression darkened as he shouted, âAunt, why are you here?â
In the car, Alexandriaâs face went ashen.
She stared at the woman with a mix of shock and dread.
Caleb sneered, drawing a gun and aiming it at the womanâs temple.
âEnough, Alexandria.
Release Dylan and return to prison, or this woman pays the price.
Do as I say, and she might just walk away from this.
â
Seeing the woman with a gun to her head, Alexandriaâs panic was evident despite her attempts to remain composed.
âYouâve got the wrong person, Caleb.
This woman is just my aunt.
Weâre not close at all.
You canât threaten me with her.
â
âIs that so?â Caleb sneered.