193: Deadly Rejection

Fenella’s POV “Let go of me, Alan!” I struggled with all my might, but Alan kept his grip on my arm. He wouldn't listen to me and now forced me to follow him. Limping, I dragged my feet to get into the car. “I don't want to, Alan! Let go of me!”  I held the car door with my hand. Although Alan tried to open the door, I held the door. Outside, Laird was still trying to crush open the door. It seemed that the door lock was no ordinary key. I bought my time as much as I could, waiting for Laird to come rescue me. “Fenella! Don't test me! Get in the car right now.” Alan threatened with the gun pointed at my forehead. I then pushed Alan with all my might, and he was furious. His free hand suddenly gripped my neck tightly. “Alan!” I tried my best to scream, but the man tightened his grip on my neck. He growled in front of my face. “Don't play games, Fenella. Please get in the car and drive. Or should I kill you now?” My face scrunched up, and I tried to catch my breath. My throat was sore, m