Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny ( Quintessa and Tyrone ) novel Chapter 126

Chapter 126 

With a cold snort, Quintessa finally gave in to the darkness of unconsciousness 

Tyrone shook her. “Hey, Quintessa, wake up.” 

But there was no response from her. 

Tyrone curved his lips, pinched Quintessa’s chin, noticed her swollen cheek and the fierce glint in her eyes, then let go and said, “We’ll see if you’ll still be this disobedient after this.” 

His gaze swept coldly over the two figures sprawled on the ground. One of them groaned and seemed to be trying to cram towards them. Tyrone’s lips twisted into a sinister smile as he delivered a swift kick. The man let out a muffled grunt and closed his eyes. 

Bright lights appeared at the end of the alley, followed by the sound of disorderly footsteps and clamorous voices shouting “Over there, 

chase them.” 

There were about ten pursuers; Tyrone picked up Quintessa and ran. 

After a few strides, he turned back, and stomped hard on the groins of the two men on the ground. “Dare to lay a hand on say woman 

Tyrone had left since early moming on business. He spent his days and nights in Zion City, never idle, and had returned only after dark 

Knowing that Quintessa was finishing up filming tonight, he waited until past 10 pm. When she did not show up, he went out and ran into Manny by chance. 

Without hearing the full story, Tyrone had traced his way here. 

Tyrone was on the phone while carrying Quintessa, rushing through the dark alley. 

He felt a rush, a wild thrill he hadn’t felt since his youth. Over the years, life had become increasingly dull Without Quintessa, he could hardly feel his heartbeat. 

Indeed, with her, life was a thrill. 

Wolves were at their heels as he raced through the night, with his woman in his arms. 

Tyrone considered leaving Quintessa behind to knock everyone down. But then he thought, what if, in a moment of inattention, she was captured and photographed naked? She was his woman, and he wouldn’t stand to be cuckolded. 

After about ten minutes of a frenzied run, Tyrone’s backup finally arrived–a formidable crew that comered the pursuers. 

Overpowered, the attackers were beaten to the ground, wailing, and begging for mercy. 

Drenched in sweat and gasping for breath, Tyrone carried Quintessa back. 

“Who sent you?” Tyrone demanded. 

“We don’t know, man. Someone told our boss to grab this chick, take some compromising photos, and then, you know, and record it, and we would get a lot of money.” 

Tyrone wiped the sweat from his brow and nodded, “Okay.”