"No need to wait for later,"
The man's voice dripped with a mocking amusement.
"Didn't we just run into each other now?"
That man—had he actually followed them?!
Voilet and Nora stiffened at the sound, instinctively turning to look behind them.
Seven or eight men trailed close, led by the same black-hooded guy who had earlier invited them for drinks.
Voilet's grip on Nora's hand tightened, her delicate brows knitting together in unease. Nora's heart sank.
She wasn't some naive little girl—she knew exactly what the predatory glint in those men's eyes meant.
"Voilet, let's go."
Nora tugged Voilet's hand, pivoting them both toward the roadside not far away, quickening their pace.
The hooded man's face darkened with displeasure.
Logan shot a meaningful glance at the group of men in baseball jackets.
"Hey there, beauties," The baseball cap-wearing guys exchanged knowing smirks before swiftly stepping forward to block Voilet and Nora's path.
