Chapter 903 In a Flurry
"Yo, your car's over there. Grab your stuff and drive it into the river," Vincent said.
Ava realized the seriousness of the situation. If she didn't do this, she'd be knee-deep in trouble, and the cops would sniff this place out eventually.
Vincent was a stickler for details.
Ava hopped out, grabbed her phone and wallet, then fired up the engine and put it in low gear. She bailed out quickly.
The car rolled into the river and vanished.
There was a sign by the river saying the water was deep.
After that, Ava jumped into the SUV, buckled up in the driver's seat.
"Go straight for about a mile and a half, then hang a right," Vincent said.
"Got it." Ava peeked in the rearview mirror. Vincent was sprawled in the back, covered in blood. She was freaking out that he might not make it.
"Who the heck are you?" Ava asked, trying to keep him talking so he wouldn't pass out.
"I'm not a good guy. Better if you don't know too much," Vincent replied.
He pulled a first aid kit from a hidden spot in the back. There was some gauze in it. He took off his shirt, showing off his ripped body, and wrapped the gauze around his wound to stop the bleeding.
Ava saw through the mirror that he had a bunch of scars.
Vincent held his wound, his face a bit tense, "Just focus on the road. I won't pass out."
He'd been through worse. This was nothing. He knew Ava wanted to keep him awake, but spilling too much info wouldn't help her.
Ava kept quiet, her face serious as she drove.
Vincent stayed awake, giving her directions the whole way.
Later, he popped a bottle of pills and downed a few.
Ava had no clue what they were, but after taking them, Vincent seemed to perk up a bit, though he still looked rough.
Finally, Ava drove to a secluded spot. It was a remote area with a few houses, all spread out and mostly empty.
"This is it. Drive in," Vincent said.
"Okay," Ava nodded.
She drove into the yard, and the heavy gate closed behind them.
She helped Vincent out of the car and into the house.
Ava laid Vincent on the couch.
Next to the tall Vincent, she looked tiny. As she put him down, she lost her balance and fell into his arms.
Worried about hurting him, Ava scrambled to get up, only to see Vincent's eyes locked on her, kinda suggestive.
Following his gaze, Ava realized her torn blouse was still wide open, showing way too much.
In the rush, she hadn't noticed.
She tried to pull her clothes together and button up, but the buttons were gone. As soon as she let go, the blouse would pop open again.
