Chapter 450 Claire Good Shot

The roar of the motorcycle’s engine grew louder, the rider closing in like a predator sensing victory. The glint of his gun aimed directly at their car was enough to send a chill down Adrian’s spine. “Claire, do something!” he shouted, his voice tinged with panic. “I’m trying!” Claire snapped, frustration and pain competing for control of her voice. She steadied her grip on the pistol, took a deep breath, and squeezed the trigger. BANG! The shot rang out, and the front tire of the motorcycle exploded with a violent pop. The bike swerved uncontrollably before careening off the road into a ditch, the rider tumbling into the darkness. Matthew let out a triumphant whoop. “That’s my girl!” Claire slumped back into her seat, her hand shaking as the adrenaline began to wear off. Her arm throbbed painfully where the bullet had grazed her. Adrian reached over from the back seat, grabbing her hand. “Let me see that.” “I said I’m fine,” Claire muttered, but she didn’t pull away as Adrian