NovelEnglishLandon's crew all bit the dust in that village, and the other two dudes got split up from him. After ditching the village and shaking off the chasers, he was totally out of gas. He pulled over and checked out his gut, which was still gushing blood. He was shaking like a leaf from losing so much blood.
He barely managed to get off the bike and plopped down on a rock, yanking the cloth on his wound as tight as he could. He gritted his teeth, his face all twisted up from the pain. Once he tied the knot, his hands just dropped, his face pale and drenched in sweat. His lips were all cracked and white, and even the tiniest move made them split open. He shut his eyes, trying to catch his breath and save senergy.
By noon, his guys tracked him down. Seeing him all messed up, they freaked and quickly got him into the car, heading back to the valley.
Abigail, with her hands cuffed to a tree, was squatting on the ground, bored out of her mind. When she turned and saw them helping Landon back, her eyes went wide with surprise. She jumped up and craned her neck to get a better look.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtLandon's crew sat him by the pool, boiled a big pot of water nearby, and took off his coat, showing the nasty bullet hole in his left side.
Seeing this, Abigail yanked at her cuffs, but it was no use.
Now that Landon was hurt, this was her shot.
Landon left Abigail behind to keep a backup plan. If he had taken her last night, he might've been toast.
Alexander didn't off him right away because Abigail was still in his grip. If Landon croaked, Abigail would definitely get whacked by his men.
One of his guys said, "Mr. Kennedy, I gotta take out the bullets, but there's no anesthesia. You'll have to tough it out." Landon weakly replied, "Forget it. Just do it." The guy nodded, grabbed the toolbox. After a quick wipe with alcohol, he started digging out the bullets.
There were two bullets, one in the arm and one in the gut.
Landon bit down on a piece of cloth. Seeing his face all twisted and the veins popping on his forehead, Abigail winced.
Just watching made her feel the pain.
Suddenly, she had an idea and yelled, "You're doing it wrong! If you screw up, he'll die. Letdo it!" The guy paused and looked back at her, then at Landon.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmLandon struggled to lift his eyelids to look at her. Abigail blinked, trying to look as sincere as possible. "What gare you playing now?" Landon asked.
His voice was so weak it was almost a whisper. Abigail quickly explained, "I really can do it. I studied art, right? My knife skills and steady hands are better than his." Seeing he wasn't convinced, she added, "Trust me. Letgo. I can't run away anyway."
With her cuffed, she had no options. She needed to free her hands first to find a change. This was a good shot to gain trust. Landon signaled to his guy.
The guy nodded, took out the key, and went over to unlock her cuffs.
Abigail stretched her sore wrists, jogged over to Landon, and checked out the tools. Even though she didn't E get them, she put on a confident face. A gun was pressed against her head.
Landon stared at her and slowly said, "If you try any tricks, you'll die before me."
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