Love Began with the First Meeting

*Crack!*

A shot was heard from a sniper rifle, and Molly was jarred back to reality. The car suddenly surged ahead. Brian yanked the steering wheel. Then another round of shots were fired and the car shot ahead again.

Molly looked behind them and spotted the car that was following them. A man was standing inside the car, protruding through the sun roof. He was the guy with the gun. And just like that, Molly's face went pale. She forgot her sorrow and gave Brian a worried look. She shivered uncontrollably.

Brian felt Molly's fear. He turned his head without emotion. His eagle eyes looked at her deeply. Then he said calmly,"I won't let them hurt you. Do you believe me?"

Molly looked at Brian. She did not know why, but her rapidly beating heart suddenly became calm. She looked at him, and nodded.

Brian gave a shallow smile. He turned the steering wheel and another bullet whizzed by them. He freed one of his hands and pulled Molly's head towards him. He kissed on her forehead and comforted her. "Sit properly, and don't be afraid, understand?"

Molly swallowed her saliva, sitting properly. She grasped her armrest and tried to calm down. She noticed that Brian was a bit nervous. Obviously, those people behind them were not so easy to deal with. She did not want to get in his way.

Brian glanced at Molly, and then he looked at the rear view mirror. He continued to pour on the speed. At the same time, he frowned and wondered why he didn't notice anyone following him. He looked at Molly again. She was fidgeting. The thought occurred to him that maybe it wasn't a bad thing for Molly to be on his mind. If he had let someone else pick her up, she might have died tonight.

the wheel this way and that, hoping to present a harder target. Obviously, the driver this time was much more skilled than the

lucky that he picked her up,

afraid to think what would have happened if he hadn't insisted on picking her up. Brian frowned as the situation became even direr. The car behind them did not

speed, wind resistance would slow a bullet down, and at this angle the

bang, bang, bang

bullets at the car. Brian quickly turned the steering wheel. On the mountain road, the tires didn't squeal, but they did kick up a lot of dirt and make a horrendous grinding sound. Molly squeezed her eyes shut. And she bit her lip so hard that she tasted blood. The car was constantly drifting this way and that, and Molly found it hard to keep seated, even if she was belted

glass. And then Molly heard Brian's deep and nervous

heard the shrill sound of the bullet passing through the windshield, there was a gentle "hiccup" in

frowned. He felt a sudden pain in his left shoulder. More bullets followed, and Brian reacted to the pain by turning the wheel

of the car again. But they were heading the opposite direction, back toward the casino. Their car had spun around. They were heading directly for the car that was following them. The other car was bearing

heard Brian's

head. She looked back at Brian in disbelief. Was he kidding?

wheel and said,"Hold on to the