Burn Me Once Burn With Me (Ruby Grayson) novel Chapter 659

Rosalie let out a heavy sigh, leaning into Domingo and resting her head against his shoulder to find a small sliver of comfort.

Domingo gently stroked her hair with his rough fingers, the two of them finding solace in each other's quiet presence.

*Thud, thud—*

Suddenly, a noise drew their attention. Through the dense bamboo grove separating the courtyard from the street, a figure in a bright yellow uniform paced back and forth outside the gate.

"Who's there?"

Domingo was instantly on high alert.

"I was sent by Miss Ruby. It's not safe to text the details, so she wrote out a letter for you."

Domingo approached the wrought-iron gate cautiously. Through the intricate metalwork, he saw a man dressed as a delivery driver.

"Miss Ruby?"

He muttered the name, testing it on his tongue, but ultimately reached his hand through the bars to take the envelope.

If this really was an urgent message, he couldn't risk ignoring it.

Domingo's arm slipped through the decorative gaps of the heavy gate. He didn't notice that the man's face, hidden beneath the shadow of a baseball cap, had suddenly twisted into a cold smirk.

By the time Domingo grabbed the envelope and looked up, he finally caught sight of that chilling smile.

Alarm bells shrieked in his head, but it was already too late.

A sharp, agonizing prick pierced his hand, followed instantly by a paralyzing wave of dizziness that shot straight to his brain.

From a distance, Rosalie saw Domingo freeze in front of the gate, completely motionless. A sinking feeling gripped her chest, and she rushed forward. "Domingo, what's wrong? What did Miss Ruby say— Ah!"

The moment she got close, an arm violently shot through the iron bars, locking onto her wrist in a vice grip.

Rosalie's eyes widened in sheer terror. The delivery driver was glaring at her with a vicious, deadly look. "Don't scream. Don't make a sound. Open this gate right now, or else..."

He issued the threat in a low growl, shifting his other arm slightly.

Still reeling from the shock, Rosalie followed his movement and realized Domingo had completely lost consciousness. His eyes were shut tight, and his dead weight was being held up entirely by the driver's grip.

More terrifyingly, a glint of cold steel caught the light. When Rosalie realized a razor-sharp blade was pressed directly against Domingo's throat, her heart nearly stopped.

"Okay! I'll open it! I won't say a word, just don't hurt him!"

Rosalie frantically clamped her free hand over her mouth, her eyes wide and pleading for him to believe her.

The fake delivery driver narrowed his eyes and sneered. "Open the damn gate. And don't try anything stupid, or this blade might slip."

Her nerves stretched to the absolute limit, Rosalie fumbled with the locks, her hands violently shaking as she pulled the gate open.

On the security footage, the fake driver dragged Domingo by the throat, pulling his unconscious body forward. A terrified, weeping Rosalie followed closely behind.

The three of them moved quickly into the shadows and vanished into the back of an unmarked black sedan.

Meanwhile, Townsend was lounging in a VIP booth at a loud, flashing nightclub, watching the crowd dance.

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