Captivation: Want Nothing But You

Chapter 718

“Mr.

Sullivan, our men have been stalled.” In the passenger seat,

Ivan frowned and looked at Victor.

Holding Joey, Victor said, “Keep driving.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he caught a glimpse of light from the corner of his eye.

His eyes dimmed as he said to Joey, “Cover your ears.

Now!”

Before Joey could react, he was pushed down to the seat.

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ALL of a sudden, he heard a loud crash.

The window was broken, and shards of glass scattered from all directions.

Joey’s head was spinning, and the car was shaking violently.

The air was filled with the pungent odor of gasoline.

He could clearly feel a hand covering his eyes, and the hand’s grip was tight.

Seconds later, another car crashed into them.

Victor loosened his hand on the boy’s eyes when the car hit theirs, and Joey’s vision gradually returned.

“Mr.

Sullivan, watch out!” Ivan’s voice resonated in his ears, followed by the harrowing sound of glass breaking.

Upon listening intently, Joey thought he heard the sound of a trigger being pulled.

Alarmed, he turned his head and looked up.

But before he could see Victor’s face clearly, shards of glass hurtled towards him.

The very next s

econd, he saw them heading right at him.

Joey closed his eyes, knowing that he couldn’t avoid them.

Moments later, he realized that he didn’t get hurt.

And then, he heard an even more alarming sound.

It sounded like something was piercing against flesh and blood was gushing out.

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Slowly and vigilantly, Joey opened his eyes.

A few drops of warm liquid suddenly fell on his face.

The smell of gasoline and blood amalgamated in the air, and it was so unpleasant to smell.

Joey wanted to wipe away the liquid on his face, but Victor grabbed his wrist.

Then, he heard his father say, “Close your eyes.”

For sreason, Joey obliged to the man’s words and just closed his eyes.

Right now, his heart was pounding and fear overwhelmed him.

He grabbed Victor’s sleeve on instinct.

“Are you hurt?” he asked in a trembling voice.

“No.” Victor sounded the sas usual, but if one were to listen carefully, one could tell the weakness in his tone.

Joey pressed his lips together.

“Are we being hunted?”

“Yes,” Victor replied.