She’s Back, and Hell’s Coming with Her novel Chapter 146

All they could do now was pray the bodyguard’s car door would open.

Sabrina gritted her teeth, summoned every ounce of strength, and yanked the handle.

Thank God.

The door flew open.

Without wasting a second, both of them dove inside and slammed the doors shut, locking them in one quick motion.

The car behind was still hot on their heels.

It wasn’t until Bryce was securely inside that he realized they’d taken the wrong seats—he was in the driver’s seat, but he didn’t even know how to drive. He was just a college student, for crying out loud.

“Hold on tight!” he started to suggest they switch, but Sabrina’s voice cut him off.

Before Bryce could react, the car shot forward like a bullet.

“Holy hell! Are you insane?” Bryce blurted, white-knuckled as the car tore down the road at breakneck speed.

This was insane—no different than a suicide mission.

The enemy car was gaining on them.

Bryce shot a glance over his shoulder, rage bubbling up. “Who the hell are these bastards? I swear, I’ll make them pay!”

The night had turned into a heart-pounding, high-stakes game of cat and mouse.

Suddenly, one of the cars behind them accelerated, closing in fast.

With a roar, it slammed into their rear bumper.

The collision echoed sharply in the darkness, metal screeching against metal.

The violent jolt threw both of them sideways. They clung to their seats, barely kept in place by their seatbelts.

Thank God they’d buckled up—otherwise, that hit would have sent them flying through the windows.

“They’re trying to run us off the road!” Bryce was reeling, stunned by the sheer audacity of their pursuers.

Sabrina didn’t answer; her focus narrowed to a razor’s edge as she wove frantically through the lanes.

No chance of survival.

Sabrina exhaled, her hands trembling as she gripped the wheel.

Bryce wasn’t much better—his legs felt like jelly, heart pounding in his throat. For a moment back there, he’d genuinely thought he was a dead man, about to meet his grandfather in the afterlife.

“Sabrina, are you okay?” he managed, glancing at her with a mixture of awe and shock. That was way too close.

“I’m fine. Go check out back.” Sabrina pushed open the door and stepped out to survey the scene.

Watching her move with such calm, Bryce saw her in a new light. She was nothing like other girls he knew—decisive, fearless, full of nerve. She’d crashed the car without even blinking, never mind that he was still inside.

Was she even human? Her courage was unreal.

Clearly, those attackers were after him. If anything had happened to her, he’d never forgive himself.

Frustrated, Bryce raked a hand through his messy hair.

Picking up his phone—thank God there was still a signal—he quickly called emergency services and the police.