Love on the Fast Track (Derek and Norah)

Chapter 63:

Norah visited the Glamour Club seeking a break, but fate had other plans, leading her to Zeke, who could be her

ally in her battle against Rosy Secret. Emerson’s previous provocation had almost driven Norah to confront Rosy

Secret directly in a moment of impulse. However, she reconsidered, thinking a band-to-band challenge would be

more fitting.

Bumping into Zeke was an unexpected delight for Norah. She called a chauffeur from the parking lot entrance

and strolled into the underground garage.

The underground parking garage at Glamour Club was vast and filled with luxury cars, as many of the club’s

patrons hailed from wealthy backgrounds.

As she reached for her car, Norah's attention was caught by unusual sounds in the parking lot—other than the

hum of engines, there were hushed conversations, unusually clear in the quiet of the garage.

With a hint of caution, Norah was about to dismiss the voices and get into her car to wait for the chauffeur when

she was suddenly called out.

“Norah!” The shout echoed loudly through the parking lot.

Looking up, Norah saw Kaiden hurrying toward her. She furrowed her brow, puzzled by Kaiden’s unexpected visit.

She felt a tad uneasy, sensing that the parking lot wasn't the safest place at the moment.

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The hushed conversations ceased.

Seeing the out-of-breath Kaiden, Norah cracked her car door slightly and asked, “What do you need?”

She thought Kaiden was rude, and his yelling was far too loud for her liking.

Kaiden caught his breath and was about to speak when suddenly a police siren sounded at the entrance of the

garage.

Seeing the police had arrived, Norah quickly grabbed Kaiden’s hand and ushered him into the car.

“Hurry, get in!”

“What—" Kaiden’s confusion was cut short by a bump on the head from the car door, and he winced in

discomfort. The door shut quickly before he could ask further.

Norah swiftly swung open the car's back door, but just as she was about to climb in, someone dashed over and

pressed a cold, solid object against her side.

Norah realized it was a gun.

“Don’t say anything,” the command cfirmly, close to her ear.

A man held the gun to Norah's waist, instructing, “Get in the car.” Two more men positioned themselves by the

car. The driver grabbed the keys from Norah, started the engine, and set the car in motion.

As the car filled with intimidating figures, Kaiden assumed they were Norah's associates and had questions. But

before he could utter a word, someone pressed a gun against his forehead.

“Keep quiet if you want to stay alive!” the voice dripped with threats.

Kaiden quivered, too scared to utter a word, his seatbelt tightly fastened. Catching Norah's gaze in the rearview

mirror, he felt a shiver run down his spine.

Norah remained seated between the two men, her demeanor icy, yet her eyes reflected a sense of tranquility.

Kaiden observed that she didn’t show any signs of panic or fear, unlike himself.

Kaiden felt a pang of shame. It dawned on him—being from a military family, he shouldn't just cower in fear, but

instead muster the courage to find a way out of the situation.

As the driver pulled the car out of the spot, he said, “We got lucky. Even with the cops around, we snagged a ride

and can still make a clean getaway.”

As he spoke, the white car rushed out of the parking lot like a rocket. The driver paid no attention to the police

roadblocks. As they zoomed past the officers, the men in the car chuckled at the police's futile attempts to catch

up.

The police wasted no tcalling for reinforcements as they watched the white car speed off.

The man wielding the gun in the speeding car looked at Norah with a creepy glint in his eyes and asked, “You're

quite the looker. Do you have a boyfriend? Would you like us to look after you?”

Noticing their successful evasion and Norah's attractiveness, the other man suggested lowering the gun against

Kaiden, his tone sinister. “Ease up on the gun. We wouldn’t want an accident. Darling, you're quite the beauty.”

Upon hearing that, the man wielding the gun against Norah holstered it and placed it back on his waist. He then

extended his hand, resting it on Norah's shoulder. “Hmm, you've got such soft and smooth skin, pretty thing...”

The two men flanking Norah were on the verge of making a move when the driver snapped angrily, “How can

you even think about women at a tlike this? The police are sending people after us. Let's figure out where

we can hide.”

The man to Norah's left sported a menacing scar on his cheek, giving him a fierce appearance. He said, “Cut it.

Inferna Alliance wanted to ambush us today. The police showed up right after we sealed the deal. It's no

coincidence.”

The driver glared at him and replied, “You're all aware. We need to go back first.”

The guy on Norah's right was as slim as a monkey. He caught a whiff of Norah's scent and felt a surge of arousal.

He suggested, “Hey, there's this old factory out in the east suburbs. There's no surveillance on the way there, so

we can head there to avoid the police. We'll go back once they've cleared the place.” He grabbed the wheel,

changing direction, and nodded. “Alright.”

Meanwhile, Spencer was enjoying his tsinging in the chamber. Yet, as he finished a few songs, he started

feeling uneasy, noticing that Kaiden hadn't returned. He was puzzled over the delay, wondering why it was

taking so long for Kaiden to ask a simple question.

“Mr. Morris, we've got a problem,” the security guard announced, bursting in. “Mr. Hayes has been kidnapped.”

Spencer rose to his feet, his face draining of color as he asked, “What was that you said?”

The security guard rushed to explain, “There's a drug deal going down in the underground garage.”

“Mr. Hayes busted in and got caught with Miss Wilson. The police are on their trail.”

Spencer was furious, fuming as he paced with the security at Glamour Club. “How can they be clueless about a

drug deal happening right under their noses in the underground garage? Why are there drug transactions taking

place there?”

Enraged, he grabbed his phone and barked, “Leave!” He dialed a number quickly, explaining the situation at the

Glamour Club. “I need your help.”

Kason'’s response was calm and reassuring. “Don’t worry.”

Despite Kason’s attempt to calm him, Spencer couldn't shake off the worry after ending the call. He knew the

cruelty of gangsters, who had little regard for human life. His concern deepened when he thought about Norah's

elegant appearance this evening. He feared that her beauty could inadvertently attract danger in such a volatile

situation.

Immediately after the call, Kason reached out to his bodyguards, instructing them, “Head to the police station.”

His stern expression showed the urgency to locate Norah. The thought of her in danger spurred him into action,

fearing it might be too late to intervene.

After hanging up the phone, Kason went to his car and drove rapidly to the police station, not waiting for his

bodyguards.

“Givethe CCTV footage from the Glamour Club’s underground garage and track where Norah's car went after

that. Hurry,” Kason ordered. The intensity in his voice put the officer he spoke to on edge.