Chapter 252: You Deserve to Die!
Their car got pushed forward a few hundred feet.
For a moment, Harper thought the blue limo was trying to kill them!
Keith’s back slammed into the windshield with a sickening thud. Luckily, Harper was strapped in, and with Keith absorbing much of the impact up front, she remained relatively unharmed. It could have been far worse.
The car behind them stalled briefly, then roared back to life, filling them with dread.
Harper's heart was pounding.
The dark blue limo didn't hit them again, but its engine growled like a threat.
Keith's eyes darkened as he painfully climbed back into the driver's seat, revved the engine, and sped off.
The blue limo sped up too, and Francis skillfully cut in front of Keith, forcing him to brake!
But Keith didn't stop; he rammed the blue limo's rear.
Francis was ready and slammed on the brakes, holding his ground.
The two cars were locked in a fierce struggle, neither giving an inch.
Harper, terrified and tearful, pleaded, "Keith, stop! Let's get out of the car!"
Keith was radiating a dangerous vibe.
His usually gentle face turned grim. "Harper, unless I'm dead, you're mine."
They both knew who was in the blue limo.
Harper's mind raced, wondering if Francis really tried to kill her.
She wanted to believe he didn't, but she was shaking.
The cars clashed, the noise enveloping Harper in fear, driving her insane.
Her face turned pale.
Suddenly, the blue limo backed off and pulled ahead.
Keith's car roared forward.
Harper felt nauseous and cried, "Keith, stop the car! Now!"
Keith's eyes were fixed on the blue limo, his face icy.
"Harper, if we can't get away, let's die together, okay?"
A chilling thought shot through Harper’s mind, cutting through her fear. "Keith, you're crazy, but I'm not!" she shouted, her voice cutting through the tense air. She had no intention of dying with him, no matter how twisted his logic was.
Keith turned and gave her a dark, gloomy smile.
"Fine, we won't die, we'll leave together."
Keith floored the gas, speeding up wildly.
Approaching a high-speed turn, Keith suddenly changed lanes, trying to flip the blue limo!
Francis's eyes darkened, and he sharply turned the wheel, causing his car to spin and stop.
Mindful of Harper, Francis let Keith's trick work.
As Francis prepared to restart, he heard a loud crash.
The speeding black car had slammed into a bridge pier.
Francis's face turned pale, fear gripping him. His hands shook on the wheel.
He tried twice but couldn't stand.
Francis closed his eyes, punched his legs, and briefly regained feeling. He opened the door and rushed over.
Keith's car was wrecked, airbags deployed, and fuel leaking—super dangerous!
Francis yanked open the door, shocked by what he saw.
Keith, covered in blood, was shielding Harper, but he was impaled by the bridge's steel bars.
Harper, in shock, was pulled out by Francis, mostly unharmed except for minor injuries.
The blood on her wasn't hers.
She realized Keith had protected her at the last moment.
When the car crashed, she thought she was done for.
But Keith had covered her with his body just in time.
Luckily, he had pushed the seat back earlier, or both would've been impaled.
Harper's emotions were all over the place.
The guy who kidnapped her had saved her life.
She didn't know whether to hate him or be grateful.
Harper burst into tears, looking at Francis, gasping, "Save him."
She hated Keith but couldn't watch him die.
Keith didn't want to hurt her, as he had said.
Francis's face was grim, especially seeing Harper in Keith's arms, a sight that burned into his memory.
He checked Keith, who was barely breathing, pale as a ghost.
Francis called for emergency services; Keith couldn't be moved without proper tools.
He bent to check Keith's breathing.
Keith let out a weak laugh.
"See? Harper's crying for me; she still cares."
His words were broken and strained.
Then he coughed up blood.
Keith looked at Francis, whispering something only they could hear.
Francis's eyes turned icy, his aura menacing.
He sneered, "You deserve to die."
Then he turned to Harper, his dark eyes freezing her in place.
He grabbed her shoulder and dragged her to the car.
"Ah," Harper cried, "Francis, where are you taking me?"
Francis's grip loosened slightly but didn't let go. He switched to holding her, his voice cold, "Get in the car."
Harper, worried about Keith, struggled, "Keith is still there. How can we leave?"
She pleaded, "Francis, save him, please. I'm begging you."
She hoped Francis would be swayed.
Though Keith deserved his fate, leaving him there felt wrong.
"Beg me?"
Francis lit a cigarette, the smoke blurring his face.
After a long pause, he snorted coldly, "Harper, do you think I'm a good guy?"
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