Stuck Together

"Right over there! Go after her!" A man bellowed, pointing towards Camilla's direction, as his men followed his direction.

Camilla's breath came in ragged bursts, as her shoes slapped against the wet ground, her heart hammering against her chest, thumping loud and hard as she ran with everything in her. She risked a glance over her shoulder, running faster as men clouded in black were closing in.

When she saw she'd be caught in no less time, she increased her pace. Her eyes suddenly flickered to a car which was about to drive off, luckily the windows were down, in a swift and fast movement she jumped into the car through the window, and the car drove off.

"Dammit!!" the men cursed, bending to their knees as they panted heavily, clutching their chests in the process.

"That girl is a rascal!" The man who seemed to be their boss cursed.

"She thinks she's free this time, I'd make sure to catch her next time, and she'd face a severe punishment." he added, boiling with rage.

"But boss, isn't she the youngest daughter of the Jones family? I've seen her in the tabloids once."

"So? Isn't it your duty to protect your master? How can we let her go, when she stabbed boss like that? And what about our money, huh? Do you think we'll get paid if we don't catch her?"

"We're sorry boss." They echoed in unison, bowing their heads slightly.

Meanwhile, inside the car Camilla had jumped into, the tension was thick and heavy. Next to her was a man, clouded in black, his piercing gaze covered with black lens glasses. His expression turned sour and angry the moment Camilla jumped into his car.

"Carter!" He called out to his assistant, who was driving the car.

Before he could say his next word, Camila's voice quickly cut him off. "Hello sir, please help me out. I'm being chased and I..."

The cold man didn't let her finish her words, his gaze turning extremely cold, "Stop the car!" He growled, obviously annoyed.

Carter, who knew the temper of his boss, quickly stopped the car, bringing it to a screeching halt.

"Scram!" He barked at Camilla, who stared fixated at him unblinkingly.

To his utter surprise, Camilla let out a laugh, a low, mocking and humourous sound. "Did you not hear what I just said? I said, Help me. Why stop the car? Please let the driver start the car."

Carter frowned, his mouth agape, as he watched Camilla through the rear mirror. "Did she know who she was talking to?" He thought, feeling a pang of pity for her. She definitely would regret her action, his boss temper wasn't one that can be overlooked, especially when someone tries to invade his privacy.

"Miss, please get down." Carter urged, not wanting to infuriate the already angry man.

"Why? I won't get down, not when I haven't gone far from those thugs. What if they come after me again, how do you want me to escape?" She scoffed and looked away.

This woman was trouble!

"But, how's that supposed to be our concern?"

Camilla's gaze moved from Carter to the cold man, and then returned to Carter, "Can't you help a lady? Aren't you scared of my blood being in your hands if I get killed because you refused to save me?"

"Don't test my patience, woman. Get out this instant."

For a brief moment, Camilla felt a chill run through her spine, when he spoke and his gaze which was covered with the black lens, it was equally piercing. But she couldn't let it intimidate her, she hadn't run this far, to jump into the car, just to get out midway, because of a man's order.