The Devil's Love For The Heiress by LiLhyz

Chapter 46:
Soldiers’ Help “Get in, Carlos Ronaldo! And we will leave your friends behind! You are all we need!” Carlos was shocked beyond
words, seeing the French police point a gun at him. While this was going on, Alexander and Savannah froze in their stance, their
faces paled at the recognition of danger. Savannah instantly shuddered in Alexander’s hold. They had just made it two feet away
from Carlos when officer Martin announced his intention. “Get in!” Jules Martin repeated. He used the gun to direct Carlos to the
car right in front of them.
“Stop this! You can never get away with this!” On impulse, the bodyguards that followed Alexander pointed a gun at the French
officer. Slowly, they were taking steps closer to Carlos. Three other men in the car came out, holding their own pistols. At that
point, it was two against three, with Alexander’s bodyguard at a disadvantage. After diving to the other side of the parking area,
Lemuel was still out of sight. Carlos’ three other bodyguards were completely missing in action, and The Devil speculated officer
Martin had something to do with it.
“I said get the fucking in now!” Jules ordered, his voice strengthening. “Get – ”
BANG!
“Aaaah!” A scream left Savannah’s lips as her hands balled into fists against Alexander’s shirt. Both of them flinched at the
sound of the gun going off.
Carlos gasped, but he quickly recovered from that loud bang. It wasn’t his first time hearing a gunshot, but facing danger
certainly made his skin crawl.
“Aaaaa!” Aside from a woman’s shriek, they heard a man groan in pain. The scream came from one of Jules’ accomplices.
Lemuel shot him from behind his shoulder, and he wound up throwing his gun to the ground. Lemuel had apparently been slowly
crawling down from behind the opponent’s car and taking cover from the trunk He purposely shot the closest target he could get
his hands on. “Don’t move! Don’t fucking pick up that gun!” Lemuel announced, his gunpoint shifting from Jules to the other
conspirators. His eyes swiftly checked the insides of the car while walking sideways. After seeing that they had no other
company, he announced, “Run, Carlos! Run up to the upper ground parking!” Alexander’s bodyguards were doing the same,
focusing their gunpoint on the kidnappers. Hearing Lemuel’s directive, Carlos turned on his heel in a flash, and so did Alexander
and Savannah. Apart from tennis, running was another skill the athletes were excellent at. Running was part of their daily
routine.

The three tennis players could hear screams and threats from behind them until gunshots were fired again! They did not know
precisely what was happening, but for a fleeting moment, Carlos looked back. He saw how one of Alexander’s bodyguards
seemed to have been wounded, and a light with fists had taken place.
“Officer Martin is chasing us!” Alexander announced, and that made Savannah cry. She had cirler kicked off her heels and was
running on her bare feet.
“Stop! Stop!” Jules ordered. “I don’t want to hurt you, Mister Ronaldo! They need you alive! Stop now, and I will not shoot your
friends!”
Hearing that, an idea crept into Carlos’ head. He instructed his practice partner, “Don’t follow me, Alex!” He immediately took a
left turn, running at high speed to the lower ground parking area. Since they were only after him, he intentionally strayed away
from his friends.
Jules Martin was cursing and gave a warning shot. After running around the parking area of the Peninsula Hotel, people were
turning up. However, at the sight of what was happening in the underground parking, they scrambled back to wherever they
came from.
Despite Carlos’ efforts to run like the wind, he found himself at a dead end, trapped in between cars and a wall. Jules panted.
Briefly, he had his head down, chasing his breath. He cursed and cursed at Carlos. “Come with me now – Ahh! You have no idea
what I have given up! I need you to come with me!”
Carlos was also panting. After carefully assessing the situation, he raised his hands in the air. He walked closer to the gunpoint,
determining his next move. He said, “Okay. Okay. I’ll come with you.”
Jules was relieved. He hissed and said, “Good! Come with me now -”
Swiftly, Carlos held the gun’s barrel, re-directed its aim, and adjusted his body to the side so that he was off the firing range. His
free hand formed into a karate chop, hitting Jules’ wrist. His actions forced the French police’s hand and grip, to turn to himself.
Only then did Carlos pull away, seizing the gun in his hand. Everything happened so fast; Jules Martin fell stupefied at how The
Devil disarmed him with the gun. He watched as Carlos disassemble the handgun and removed its bullet magazine. One by one,
Carlos pushed the bullets out, creating a crisp sound as they fell to the ground.
Carlos threw the gun pieces behind him. He bent, in a ready stance, his hands formed int