Chapter 902 I Won't Die
Vincent's eyes went razor-sharp, and in a flash, he knocked Ava to the ground, dodging the bullet like a pro.
He sprang up, bolted towards the kidnapper who fired the shot, and with a swift kick, sent the guy sprawling. Then, he snatched up a gun.
The place was a warzone, bullets flying everywhere until the clip ran dry and everyone hit the deck.
Vincent, clutching the gun, staggered with his tall, lean frame.
Blood was pumping out of him, pouring like a busted pipe.
Just as he was about to hit the ground, Ava rushed over and caught him, holding him up.
Her shaky hands tried to cover his gunshot wound, but she couldn't do much about the ones on his shoulder and back. She was freaking out.
"Chill, I ain't dying," Vincent smirked, a bit of sarcasm in his voice.
"Guess you'll have to double my pay, or I'll off you right here." Despite his harsh words, Ava wasn't mad.
She didn't care about his trash talk, just his actions. He took bullets for her, and that was real.
"I'll pay you whatever, but you gotta stay alive to get it. Let's hit the hospital, now." No way was she letting Vincent die.
Ava struggled to get Vincent on his feet. Her car was toast, tires blown out.
"I'll call an ambulance, you stay put. Gotta grab my phone from the car," Ava said.
Just as she was about to leave, Vincent grabbed her wrist, "No hospital, doc's gonna call the cops."
Gunshot wounds meant the doc had to report it, and that'd be a mess.
Ava squatted next to him, looking dead serious.
This Vincent guy was definitely not your average Joe, probably had some shady stuff going on.
But Ava trusted he wasn't a bad dude, otherwise, he wouldn't have saved her.
"So, what's the plan? Got any buddies you trust?" Ava asked.
Vincent pulled out a set of keys, "Get out of this place, turn left and walk three hundred feet, my car's parked there. Bring it over."
"Got it, be right back." Ava took the keys and dashed off.
She found a black SUV, drove it to the door, and rushed back to find Vincent, only to see he was gone.
"Vincent, where you at?" Ava shouted.
'No way he bailed, not with those injuries,' she thought.
"Over here." Vincent's voice came.
Ava turned and saw him sitting not far away.
She ran over, "Why'd you come back?" The place was littered with the kidnappers' bodies.
Vincent was holding a blood-stained white handkerchief, "It's yours."
Seeing the handkerchief, Ava felt a weird rush of emotion.
"Why'd you come back for that?" Ava was stunned.
His life was on the line, who cared about a handkerchief?
Vincent didn't say a word, just stuffed the handkerchief in his pocket.
Seeing how messed up he was, Ava didn't push it and helped him up. She got him into the car.
"Where to? Give me the address," Ava said.
"Just go, I'll tell you later," Vincent replied.
"Alright." Ava got in and drove about six hundred feet when Vincent suddenly said, "Stop."
Ava carefully hit the brakes, trying not to jolt the car.
"What's up?" she turned and asked.
