Love on the Fast Track (Derek and Norah)

Chapter 123:

Norah's thoughts whirled as she caught snippets of conversation indicating someone was about to be moved.

She strained her ears, trying to discern more.

Who could they be relocating?

A male voice drifted out, remarking on the attractiveness of their captive, hinting at a lascivious anticipation for

what was to come. “Hilda, this one’s quite a catch. Seems like you'll have quite the night.”

“Enough chatter. Hurry up!” cthe sharp retort, laced with flirtation.

Laughter, both sultry and ominous, filled the air, sending chills down Norah's spine.

Through the window, the silhouettes of four individuals becdiscernible, suggesting that Kason was indeed

within their midst.

The challenge before Norah was daunting.

How could she possibly extricate Kason from the clutches of the Fox Alliance, especially when they were

ensconced within a fortress teeming with adversaries?

Preliminary observations suggested the compound was a stronghold, potentially harboring upwards of a hundred

members.

In moments that seemed to stretch with tension, two guards emerged from the room, the door closing behind

them as they positioned themselves as sentinels.

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“Even after all these years, Hilda's weakness for handsfaces remains. Sthings never change,” one of

the guards muttered.

“Quiet! Lower your voice. If she catches you, you'll regret it,” the other replied.

“Why hold back? What's the harm in speaking the truth? She’s climbed the ranks, and now she indulges herself

indoors while we stand watch outside. Let's just quietly tune in to the goings-on inside.”

Meanwhile, Norah, ever the strategist, assessed the building's layout. Styled like a rural bungalow, its single-

story structure presented a challenge with securely locked windows and a closely watched entrance.

She faced the daunting task of infiltrating the building silently, a task made near impossible without creating a

disturbance.

Concealed in the darkness, Norah weighed her limited options. Armed with only a dagger and crossbow bolts,

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bringing guns was out of the question due to the strict gun control laws of the country.

As Norah deliberated, the sound of stealthy footsteps caught her attention.

Who could that be? Pressing herself against the wall, she prepared for a potential threat.

Who would even think to check this corner? If only a single individual approached, she was confident in her

ability to launch a counterattack.

As the shadow neared, Norah inhaled sharply, holding her breath. A man moved quickly toward her, signaling

silently as he approached.

Norah gave him a questioning glance.

What was Sean doing here?

Without a word exchanged, an unspoken agreement was formed between them, united by a common purpose.

Sean’s mere presence lent Norah an unanticipated comfort, his silhouette a silent promise of support.

Norah gestured toward Kason's predicament, silently communicating the urgency of the situation.

Sean, understanding the gravity of the moment, responded with a determined nod.

Sean knew that his decision to join Norah in infiltrating a gang’s headquarters to rescue Kason—who could be

seen as a romantic rival—was nothing short of audacious. Yet, his actions spoke volumes.

If Norah was brave enough to undertake this venture, he was equally committed.

Their moment to act arrived unexpectedly when a commotion broke out at the main entrance.

Hilda, momentarily distracted and partially disrobed, demanded, “What's happening outside?”

“I'll go check,” someone responded, trying to soothe her impatience with a promise of investigation.

“Keep it quiet. Don’t interrupt me,” Hilda insisted, emphasizing her desire not to be disturbed.

With the diversion reducing the guard at the door to a single individual, the opportunity Sean and Norah had

been waiting for presented itself.

Norah was ready, her hand firmly on her dagger, poised to make her move.

However, Sean gestured for her to wait. He stepped forward with remarkable precision.

Instead of employing the weapon in a conventional attack, Sean used a more silent approach, delivering a

precise blow to the guard’s neck with his elbow, rendering the latter incapacitated.

“Let's go,” Sean whispered, offering his hand to Norah. His palm was rough, marked by the telltale calluses of

someone accustomed to physical work or combat. “Con.”

“Follow me.”

Norah, however, chose not to take his hand.

With focused determination, she bypassed Sean, making her way swiftly into the room.

Her entrance was not unnoticed, as a voice cut through the tension. “There?”

The sudden intrusion caught Hilda off guard. She quickly disentangled herself from the man beneath her, turning

to confront the unexpected guests.

The scene that unfolded was chaotic: on the large bed, a titan lay unconscious, his torso bare, his pants

disheveled, marked by a drying reddish stain on his thigh.

Hilda, in her state of disarray, was momentarily taken aback.

Norah's gaze flitted to Sean, noticing him respectfully averting his eyes from the nudity before him.

“You? How did you breach our defenses? Where are my guards? Guards!” Hilda’s voice rose in alarm and

confusion as she hastily covered herself with a sleeping gown, stepping toward Norah with a wary yet defiant

stare.

“You dare to cagain? Wasn't your previous encounter warning enough? Or have you cseeking further

trouble?” Hilda's tone was laced with mockery as she shifted her attention to Sean, her gaze appraising.

“And you've brought a companion. Hoping to appease my tastes with a man? He is quite appealing, | must

admit. Are you offering him as a gift to me?”

Hilda's approach was seductive, each step a calculated display of allure, though her intentions were anything but

benign.

“Whether you consent or not, by stepping here, you've already becmine.”

As Hilda advanced, she suddenly brandished a hairpin, aiming its painted end swiftly at Norah's neck. Quick on

her feet, Norah dodged the attack, attempting a countermove that Hilda narrowly avoided.

The confrontation escalated rapidly, with Hilda now targeting Norah's head with the hairpin.

In the tense moments that followed, Norah's agility prevailed.

Norah delivered a swift kick, disarming Hilda and sending the hairpin skittering across the floor. Turning to Sean

with a tone of command and confidence, Norah said, “Sean, please ensure Kason’s safety. I'll handle things

here.”

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With that, Norah re-engaged Hilda in combat.

As the deputy leader of the Fox Alliance, Hilda possessed formidable combat skills, a fact Norah was acutely

aware of. Their confrontation was intense, with both women demonstrating their prowess. However, with a quick

maneuver, Norah turned the tables, using Hilda's hairpin as a weapon against Hilda, striking her thigh and

eliciting a sharp cry of pain.

“Let's move,” Norah commanded, seizing the moment of chaos as the police launched a raid on the Fox

Alliance's base.

With Sean supporting Kason, they retraced their steps to escape the besieged base.

“Mr. Scott!” Phillip, upon seeing them, rushed to assist, his concern palpable. “The police are already here. How

is Mr. Hayes?”

Norah's response was terse, her mind already focused on the next steps. “We're heading to Silver Baulder

Private Hospital.”

Grabbing Kason, Norah quickly made her way to the parking area, urgency in her voice. “We're short on time.

We'll discuss this later, Sean.”

Sean, firmly gripping Kason, issued a command that brooked no argument. “I’m taking him. Phillip, you're

driving!”

The quartet hastened to Silver Boulder Private Hospital, urgency propelling their steps.

Kason'’s condition was precarious.

The alcohol he had ingested clouded his consciousness, and the bullet lodged in his leg, though thankfully not

hitting an artery, presented a critical situation.

Had the artery been struck, the prolonged bleeding might have rendered his condition beyond salvage.

Upon arrival, Norah, prioritizing Kason’s immediate need for medical attention, swiftly took him into the

operating room. The indicator light promptly switched to “In Surgery.”

In the interim, Sean, looking slightly unkempt from the night's ordeal, seated himself in the hospital corridor.

Phillip, ever the helpful associate, offered him paper towels to clean the blood and grfrom his hands.

“Mr. Scott... Mr. Hayes...” Phillip’s concern for both of them was evident in his voice.

“We'll have clarity once Norah reemerges,” Sean stated, his tone betraying a facade of indifference.

Internally, Sean wrestled with the notion of concern for Kason, a supposed romantic rival, wondering whether

Kason'’s potential demise could somehow be more favorable to his pursuit of Norah.

Yet, as he contemplated the situation further, Sean acknowledged the profound truth that Kason’s death would

leave an indelible mark on Norah. It was imperative, then, that Kason survive.