Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 439



"Phoebe... don't be scared." Colin whispered to me, intentionally bumping into a mercenary, knocking a local to the ground as we ran.

The head mercenary, fueled by anger, rushed forward, aiming his gun at Colin.

"Don't shoot!" I blurted out in panic, all of us wanting to resist.

Their guns were all pointed at us.

The locals murmured among themselves in a language we couldn't understand, but it was clear they were all too familiar with the sight of armed mercenaries.

Colin, with his hands raised, slowly walked back to us.

We obediently followed them onto the van.

Inside, we huddled in the back seat, crouching and holding our heads.

Colin glanced at me, sneakily pulling out a smartphone he had swiped from the person he had knocked over earlier.

Finn gave Colin a thumbs up.

Robin nodded at Colin too.

This wasn't home; even if Colin called the cops, it wouldn't help... he could only send out our location and wait for the right moment. The lead mercenary took a call, and when the van stopped, he started checking each of us against something on the phone. "This one, this one." He pointed at me and Colin, and then we were yanked out of the van.

Colin passed the phone to Robin.

"What are you doing?" Dexter frowned, trying to protect me.

But this wasn't home, and no one cared to appease him.

The mercenary hit Dexter with the butt of his gun.

"These aren't important, there's a cop among them, let them go," the leader muttered, having his men release Robin and the others.

Robin frowned, watching the mercenaries warily. "Where are you taking them?"

"None of your business. If you want to live, beat it," the head mercenary pointed at Robin before turning to leave.

"Phoebe..." Dexter, having been hit hard, called out anxiously, wanting to protect me.

I frowned, signaling him to be quiet.

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Dexter stood there, his gaze complex as he looked at me.

I avoided Dexter's gaze, looking at Robin instead. Stella and Silas needed medical attention, so they had to leave first.

Robin nodded at me, signaling it was okay to let go.

They were safe... Colin and I, we weren't worried.

I looked at Colin, offering a small smile.

Colin smiled back at me, taking my hand.

We were pushed into another vehicle, our hands tied, and blindfolded.

"Maybe... the heart of the human trafficking operation is right here," I whispered.

Colin hummed in response, squeezing my hand tighter.

"Quiet!" The mercenary guarding us snapped.

The van drove slowly, with the noise of locals persistently in the background.

My fingers gently touched my pulse, and I slowly closed my eyes.

Colin and I, we could memorize the route through sounds.

...

After what felt like an hour, the van finally stopped.

Our blindfolds were removed.

I looked at Colin.

He looked back at me.

"Who remembers the route better, shall we see?" I whispered.

Colin raised an eyebrow. "Sure..."

He always indulged me, even in such dire

Toumstances, tied up and taken to their stronghold, we sines

da moment to joke. Content

"Give them a shot," the leader whispered.

I was dragged into a side room, separated from Colin momentarily.

Inside, I say numerous women,

barely clinging to life, locked in

rooms, looking as though they were about to give birth any moment.

They couldn't even muster the strength to scream.

I frowned, leaning against the wall warily, waiting for the person to approach.

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remembered what

A said, "Phoebe, y

interest in us,

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I began to understand why Annora was so confident.