Slash, slash⦠Nicole heard the sound of the knife slicing through flesh.
With each insult Howe hurled, Nicole jabbed the knife into Howeâs legs.
âAh! Ah!â Howeâs screams filled the air.
Distracted, Nicole didnât notice Howe sneakily reaching for a remote and pressing a button.
Beep! An alarm blared.
Gritting his teeth in pain, Howe sneered, âYou bitch! Just wait till my bodyguards get here.
Youâre done for!â
Heâd hit the alarm to summon his bodyguards.
This villa, originally a gift from Jarrod to Jamie, had been cleverly transferred to Howe by Jamie.
Though Howe seldom visited this villa, he always had two bodyguards with him, anticipating trouble due to his unsavory activities.
Nicoleâs heart pounded as she remembered considering running away, only to spot two muscular men at the door.
That was why sheâd run upstairs instead.
Not wanting to waste time, Nicole quickly barricaded the door with the only chair in the room.
Soon, a persistent knocking resounded from the other side.
Howeâs legs were both stabbed, causing him to bleed profusely.
Unable to stand, he yelled toward the door, âEnough with the banging! Just break it open!â
Nicole quickly gagged Howe with a cloth.
Lying on the floor, Howeâs whimpers filled the air as his wounds continued to bleed.
His condition was pitiful.
Nicole grabbed Howeâs phone to call for help.
She was relieved that she could make an emergency call without unlocking his phone.
Her hands shaking, she gave their location to the police.
Their villa, situated by the riverbank and away from the city, felt isolated.
The dispatcher tried to reassure Nicole, promising that the police would arrive in thirty minutes.
Beep⦠Howeâs phone vibrated again.
Jarrodâs name flashed on the screen.
Startled, Nicole dropped the phone.
She muttered to herself, âEvil! Theyâre all evil!â
Bang! The pounding on the door intensified.