The Quintillion Superstar System

81.Bloody Bullet Wound

Chapter Eighty One

Vincent gripped the steering wheel of Anastasia's Range Rover, his knuckles white in the dim glow of the dashboard lights. He navigated the winding, deserted road with practiced ease, glancing at the rearview mirror every few seconds. The night was shrouded in darkness, and the only sound was the soft hum of the engine. He had to be certain no one was tailing them.

The rain began to fall in a gentle drizzle, its rhythmic patter against the car's roof providing a strangely soothing backdrop to their tense situation. Vincent stole a quick glance at Anastasia, who sat in the passenger seat, her face pale and drawn. Her dark hair was matted with sweat, and blood seeped through the makeshift bandage around her thigh.

Vincent's heart ached as he thought of the events that had led them here. Anastasia had been caught in the crossfire of a dangerous feud between rival gangs. Vincent, her loyal friend and protector, had been determined to get her to safety, even if it meant