Billionaire's Match

Chapter 680

The alley was narrow, cluttered with crates and barrels that made movement difficult. Nick gritted his teeth, dragging Khloe along while knocking obstacles over behind them to slow any pursuers.

"It's okay, this way," he murmured, noticing her faltering strength. He wrapped half of her body against his, low and firm in his encouragement. Khloe nodded, following his pace as they raced toward another exit As they cleared the passage, two men dressed in black came into view, guns in hand, backs turned to them.

Trapped between a blockade ahead and pursuers behind, there was no choice-they had to break through. Khloe drew a sharp breath.

Seeing Nick prepare to face two men alone, she clutched his hand tightly. His face flushed, sweat running down his temple, Nick's nerves were stretched to the limit. But he had no time to worry about himself-only one thought filled his mind: protect Khloe at any cost.

touches you unless they step over my dead body," he whispered in her

cheek, pried open her fingers, and pushed her behind a stack of goods

out to smoke, momentarily distracted. Without hesitation, Khloe ran for it, leaping into the driver's

Khloe slammed the accelerator to the floor. The taxi surged forward like a wild animal, tires screaming against the asphalt.

Seizing the moment, Nick struck. His elbow smashed into one man's jaw while a kick sent the other flying backward Khloe pressed the pedal to the

scrambled aside, ignoring the pain, but the taxi barely missed them, crashing into a nearby pile of cargo with a deafening crunch. The hood crumpled, smoke

pain shot through her abdomen,