Chapter 134

Inside the room, Ava and Jonah Bailey clung to each other, trembling like leaves in the wind. They didn't even dare breathe too loud. So the gunshots were real. And judging by the rapid, non-stop firing, it was clearly not just one or two people out there. At that moment, they were just thankful they'd picked the right hiding spot. No one knew they were in here. All the attention was out there—on Clara. Clara had her gun ready, firing back while skillfully dodging attacks. Bang! Bang! Her aim was deadly accurate. Every shot she took hit its mark, unless the guy was freakishly slippery. A few of the men in black dropped instantly. "Go after her! I want that woman caught! I'll tear her apart with my own hands!" Bruce King was losing it. All he had wanted was to snatch a few college kids from the Millers' yacht. And now? He was knee-deep in chaos. Furious didn't even begin to cover it. Clara had made her way back to the suites—lots of rooms to weave in and out of. She was like a ghost—app