Love Began with the First Meeting

It was all too intense for Molly. For a while, she felt like her heart would just stop beating.

She needed to survive this moment and she needed to keep holding out hope.

Molly gritted her teeth as she focused, her hands clutched tightly on the steering wheel. This was the point of no return - whatever move she made could lead to her death and this was not the time to lose focus and control of the car. She gulped when she heard a loud mechanical cranking sound beside her. Sweat was dripping from her forehead and her throat was constricted.

Brian was holding the gun as steadily as he could, his gaze focusing on the car tailing them. In his mind, he was calculating car speed, wind speed, and even the resistance power of the shield glass. The tension soar through the roof. He squinted his eyes aiming for the perfect target. Bang! A bullet shot through the car's windshield. It was so strong that the windshield had cracked as soon as the bullet had made contact.

Molly's heart was beating so quickly she felt as if it was going to jump out of her trembling body any minute now. For a while, she was so scared for her life that she had almost forgotten how to breathe. She closed her eyes, unable to deal with the fear and anxiety yet keeping her hands gripped on the steering wheel.

what you're doing. Leave the rest to me, okay?" His voice was deep and certain. She nodded obediently. Bang! The sound filled her ears - it was a deafeningly loud thud. The second bullet had been

was aiming directly for the car. Another bullet was fired through the windshield. Molly's heart was still

and force, the car

Molly's heart skipped a beat, she was in shock. As horrified as she was at what was happening, she could still clearly see the sparkle in the driver's eyes - a sparkle that could only mean determination. There was an evil smile on his face that scared her, she quickly turned her head away. She was gasping for air now petrified at what the driver was trying to do: kill them in cold blood.

He held tightly onto the steering wheel, trying to remain calm. As the car skid out of balance, he found it

clear shot of the sniper or we won't be able to do any damage!" One of the men slid down from the roof and shouted at him. He had been maintaining a good sight of the car that was ahead of

it was Molly who was driving. Brian hadn't made a move since the second shot. He was sitting still in the car with his gun positioned close to his chest. He raised his head to see where they were headed. It was a straight, wide road leading up to a hill. Chalets and villas had been built in this area by the rich as their recreation and vacation spots. And the road they were on was built for private usage by the owners. The