Love Unspoken

"Yo, those two groups are going at it," Colin said, eyeing the cars chasing each other outside, then turning back to Walter.

Walter, chillin' with his head propped on his hand, watched the chaos and said, "What a bummer. Guess we gotta find new partners again." Colin got the chills hearing Walter's nonchalant comment.

"Alistair wouldn't actually off Alton, right?" Colin asked.

"Who knows, maybe Alton will take out Alistair instead?" Walter replied.

Honestly, Walter didn't care who bit the dust, but Alistair had to go. If Alistair got nabbed by Alexander, all his channels would be toast.

And if his channels got wrecked, his client list would be worthless.

"So, what's the plan now?" Colin asked.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

"Let's go back up Alton," Walter said, cool as a cucumber.

Colin was taken aback for a sec, then asked, "Just the two of us?"

"That's all we need," Walter said.

Colin nodded, fired up the car, and sped off in the direction the others had vanished.

Alton was definitely heading to his base; there was only one way to go. Even if they lost sight of the car, they knew the route.

Sure, this was Alton's turf, but it was also a minefield. He usually rolled with a crew when he went out.

But he wouldn't have as many guys as Alistair, who had like forty dudes. Alton might have ten tops, and Alistair had already taken out four. The rest didn't stand a chance against Alistair. Alton had to book it and wait for backup. Once they showed up, Alistair and Hetastian were toast.

Alton underestimated Alistair's fury. Alistair was tailing them like a madman, and the tires of the car behind them got shot out. At that speed, the car spun out and crashed.

The car flipped, slamming into the one in front, which swerved and almost went off the road.

Alton glanced back, saw the car flip, and knew Alistair was closing in. His heart pounded. Wiping sweat from his forehead, Alton asked anxiously, "How much longer till they get here?" "Should be soon," the driver said.

"Step on it! Faster!" Alton urged.

The driver gritted his teeth and floored it, hitting 90 miles per hour. The road was twisty and rough, making it super risky. They worried they'd crash before Alistair even caught up. Alistair could see Alton's car now. He leaned out the window and started shooting.

He had one goal: catch Alton and get the hell outta there.

Otherwise, it was game over.

In the end, Alton's car flipped. Alistair had shot the gas tank, causing a fuel leak, and the sparks from the tires ignited it. The driver had to stop, and Alton bailed, running for it.

Up ahead, there were flickering lights. Alton saw the headlights and felt a wave of relief; reinforcements were finally here! Without wasting a second, he jumped out and kept running.

But after a few steps, pain shot through his leg, and he hit the ground hard.

A group of people rushed up and surrounded him.

They grabbed Alton and hauled him up. He glared at Alistair, his face twisted in pain and anger.

"Alistair, what the hell? I was trying to help you, and this is how you repay me?" Alton snarled.

Alistair spat on the ground and pointed a gun at his head. "If I hadn't been ready today, you and Walter would've taken me out, right?" Alton's face went pale.