Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 178
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Saint’s chest wound seemed like it reopened again as he drove Seraphina in his car.
Seraphina’s limp body lay at the backseat, seeming untouched by the rocking of the car as Saint pulled it hastily on the road.
Saint drove with an hand and then clutched his chest tightly with the other hand, grunting.
It’s bleeding again.
Bleeding like hell.
The blood spread on his white singlet, dampening his pants too.
Heavy pants escaped him, and his chest felt like a heavy stone was placed on it, but he kept driving.
He has to get Seraphina to safety and sprinkle water on her to lessen the effects of the injection on her.
Otherwise, she might sleep for weeks, or even months.
So, he drove.
Madly, nonstop, over-speeding.
His chest bled more, and it felt like his heart would fall out.
“Fûckkkk!!!” He cried out at a point, hitting his own head on the steering and intentionally hurting himself.
Tears left his eyes.
“I swear, Toby, if you die and leave me alone, I’ll kill you…. I’ll fuckin kill you. Wherever you are in that sea, you better stay strong…you better not slip to death…” He cried harder.
His chest hammered again, and more blood spilled out.
The tires screamed beneath the rims as he made a rough turn into the next avenue, then he remembered something…
Bexley.
Bexley’s house is close to this place.
He took his phone with his bloody hand, driving with his clean hand as he dialled her line…
Bexley picked when it has almost stopped ringing.
“Yes?” Her voice was harsh. “What the fûck do you want this late?”
“I’m at your avenue, and I need your help. I’m like three houses away from your house and I need water and… someone to drive me. I swear, I’m losing so much blo—”
“And I look to you like the perfect water giver?” She slashed back.
Saint’s jaws tightened.
“Wait… because you’ve been giving me short bundles, you think I’ll come to you whenever you call? Check the time, fucker, it’s fuckin past 11pm, and you want what? Water? Or are you finally gonna fufil your lifelong wish of fucking me?” She continued.
Again, Saint’s jaws tightened again.
“We used each other to make Dora run mad, and that’s that. Wait…I planned to use you, take your money and let you off, but now I’m having a change of mind. Run away from me as far as you can, you’ve never been my taste, Saint St. Graves.” Bexley finished up and ended the call.
The phone fell off Saint’s palm, and his head fell on the steering.
It was unintentional this time cos he lost his consciousness.
His forehead slammed on the leather wheel, and blood erupted from the forehead too, staining the wheel.
Thankfully, he already stopped the car consciousness slipped off.
With the full headlights on, the car paused in the middle of the road, blocking the cars behind it.
“Hey sucker!”
“Get the fuck out of the road!”
“You fuckin your wife in the car? Get a damn room!”
Honks. Yells. Curses.
A Uber driver came out with his passenger, both seeming to notice something ain’t right.
They moved to the car, and the windows are luckily down.
The driver gasped.
“It’s Saint St. Graves!”
The passenger who’s his daughter—Annika, let out a gasp too.
“It’s my boss at the back!”
The driver rushed to the backseat window, blinking shockingly.
“It’s really Miss Seraphina!”
By now, almost every driver is out of their cars to see what was happening.
Annika and her father got to work immediately, and other people joined them too. Seraphina and Saint were taken out through the car windows.
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