Forbiddenly Bound To You
Chapter 134: Chase Of Shadows

Chapter 134: Chase Of Shadows

The silence stretched on, thick and heavy. Mira leaned back in her seat, trying to ignore the uneasy flutter in her stomach. She tried to focus on the moment and make the best of the ride, but worry clouded her mind. Something wasn’t right, and the more she tried to ignore it, the more it gnawed at her.

Her thoughts were a blur as she glanced at Zamian. His face remained stoic, his eyes focused on the road ahead. But she could feel it—the tension radiating from him, thick in the air between them. There was something unsettling in the way he held himself, the way his hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly, the way his jaw clenched every now and then.

Without warning, Zamian reached for his phone again, his movements sharp and deliberate. Mira stiffened at the sound of the click as he unlocked the screen. She didn’t have time to ask before he was already on the phone, his voice a low murmur that barely registered in the silence of the car.

"James," Zamian said, his tone steady but firm. "Go pick Zami up."

Mira’s heart skipped a beat at the mention of Zami’s name. The abruptness of the request was strange and unsettling. She hadn’t expected him to make a call like that, especially not with such urgency. Before she could process what was happening, Zamian ended the call with a swift motion, not bothering to wait for a response. He tossed the phone aside carelessly, and his fingers tightened on the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white.

Mira felt something was off. She remembered Zamian had mentioned they were planning to pick up Zami, so why had he changed his mind? What was happening? He appeared calm, but there was something unsettling about the way he held himself. He looked composed, but not really. Maybe he wasn’t even aware that his true frustration stemmed from not being able to pick up Zami as planned. The thought gnawed at her, and her unease deepened.

A cold feeling ran through Mira as she watched him, the once casual air between them turning tense, almost suffocating. His focus remained fixed ahead, his jaw clenched tightly. He wasn’t just driving anymore—he was on high alert. The car moved swiftly, maneuvering through the empty road with practiced ease, but there was a sense of urgency in the way he did it. His movements were precise, controlled, but Mira could sense the rising storm beneath the surface.

Mira’s pulse began to quicken, her instincts kicking in as the hair on the back of her neck stood up. Her unease swelled into something darker, a quiet panic beginning to unfurl inside her. She glanced at Zamian again, searching for any sign of what was happening. The man she knew wasn’t this tense—not unless something was wrong.

"Zamian," she said, her voice shaking as the words trembled in the heavy air between them. "What’s going on?"

He didn’t answer immediately. The silence stretched on, long and heavy. His grip on the wheel remained unyielding, and the tension in his posture was palpable, almost suffocating. Mira could feel the air in the car thickening, a weight pressing down on her chest. Her throat went dry, her palms clammy. This wasn’t just a quiet drive anymore—it had become a silent storm, building with each passing moment.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Zamian spoke. His voice was low, but it held a seriousness that sent a chill running through her. "They’re following us."

Mira froze, her breath catching in her throat. The words hung in the air, each one heavy with a meaning she wasn’t ready to comprehend.

Her heart raced. "Who are they?" she asked, her voice cracking with panic as it spilled into the silence. She fought to steady her voice, but it was difficult. She could hear the tremor—could feel it—her pulse thundered in her ears.

Zamian didn’t immediately answer. He was focused, his eyes locked onto the road, scanning it for any sign of danger. Mira could feel his energy shift. He was no longer just driving—he was tracking, calculating, waiting for the right moment.

Mira felt Zamian maneuver the car sharply, her eyes shifting to him in silence. He hesitated for a moment before finally speaking, his voice calm and controlled. "I have no idea yet."

Just as the words left his lips, Zamian made another sharp turn, his focus unwavering.

"Hold on tight," he said to her, his voice low and softened a little, as if trying to ease her tension. It felt almost as though he could sense her uneasiness, his words carrying a quiet reassurance despite the tension in the air.

Mira nodded silently, her gaze shifting to Zamian. As she glanced through the rearview mirror, her stomach dropped—two blue cars were trailing them. She couldn’t help but feel a sense of dread wash over her. Her mind raced. How long had they been following them? Were they waiting for the right moment to strike?

Zamian pressed his foot on the gas, increasing their speed as the car surged forward. The engine roared to life beneath them, the vibrations humming through the seats. Mira felt the world outside blur, her breath catching in her throat as the car seemed to shift into another gear. The wind whipped through the cracked window, but it did nothing to ease the heaviness that had settled over her.

He turned sharply onto a side road, and Mira’s heart raced. She had no idea where they were going, but the cars were still following them. The road stretched out ahead of them, empty and dark, but her pulse quickened at the thought of being trapped.

It seemed that the farther they went, the darker it became, despite the fact that it was supposed to be broad daylight.

Then, she noticed something that made her blood run cold—two more cars were approaching from the front. Her mind spiraled. What’s going on? Are they trying to trap us? Is this a death sentence?

She gripped the seat tighter, her knuckles white. There was no way out now—four cars were boxing them in, two in front and two behind. It felt like something out of a nightmare. A sinking feeling spread through her chest as she realized there was no way to escape.

Despite the danger, Zamian remained unnervingly calm, as if he had a plan hidden up his sleeve. His jaw was set, his eyes narrowing as he scanned the road ahead. Four cars now boxed them in—two in front and two behind. Mira couldn’t breathe. Every second felt like an eternity.

Suddenly, Zamian slammed the brakes, bringing the car to a screeching halt, before swerving sharply to the side. Mira’s heart leapt into her throat, the sound of tires squealing as the car skidded across the pavement. She instinctively closed her eyes and covered her ears, her body trembling. The sharp sound of metal and glass filled her senses as a deafening crash echoed around them.

Her eyes flew open, and she gasped, her breath coming in ragged pants. To her shock, it wasn’t their car that had crashed—it was one of the vehicles pursuing them. How did Zamian do that? She could barely comprehend what had just happened.

She turned to Zamian, her mind spinning. "How... how did you do that?"

But Zamian didn’t answer. His focus was sharp, his hands steady on the wheel as he maneuvered again. This time, he turned the car so abruptly it made her head spin. Mira’s stomach lurched as she clutched the seat, her body jerking with the sudden movement.

The car jerked backward, tires screeching against the pavement as Zamian began driving in reverse. Mira’s pulse thundered in her ears. One car remained in pursuit—three of their pursuers had already been taken out. But how? How could one man outmaneuver four cars? Mira couldn’t make sense of it.

The speed at which Zamian was driving, the precision of his movements—it was as if he had been doing this for years, anticipating every move, calculating every possibility. Her mind raced. Was this all part of the plan? Did he know they were being followed all along?

Just then, Zamian’s phone rang. The shrill tone cut through the tension in the car, and Mira jumped, her heart racing even faster. Without taking his eyes off the road, Zamian spoke. "Mira, pick it up."

Her trembling hands fumbled for the phone. She hesitated for a moment, staring at the screen, before finally answering. She wasn’t sure if she was ready for whatever news this call would bring.

"Put it on speaker," Zamian said, his tone calm yet commanding.

Mira pressed the button, her heart pounding as the call connected. A voice crackled through the speaker, tense and urgent.

"Boss, we’re on our way now. The people following you... they’re working for Zack."

Mira froze. Her body went cold, and the phone nearly slipped from her hands. Zack? Her mind raced. How is this possible? I thought everything had been settled.

Her chest tightened, her breaths coming in short gasps. She turned to Zamian, searching his face for answers. To her shock, he was smiling—a dangerous, knowing smile that sent shivers down her spine.

"You’ve just made the worst choice," he murmured, his voice low and menacing.