The third point of view:

Those hands stretched to her were like the light at the end of the tunnel. Or so she thought because when her gaze fell on his face, she gasped. That man! She knew him; he was her guardian angel.

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What was he doing here? The man was no other than the guy she had made brief contact with at the club that day - the day she had killed Fernandez. He was that kind stranger and she had a feeling he was related to her Patreon.

"Come on, we have to leave now! There's no time to waste if you want to live!" he hollered at her.

That was when the smell of something strong and pungent hit her nose. Oh shit! It was diesel.

Maggie didn't know where the strength came from - she guessed her will to survive was greater - and she gave him her hand without wasting time.

The man pulled her out with a grunt and they barely made it away when the van exploded. Yet, the man protected her with his body. What kind of selfless sacrifice was that?

Maggie finally got the chance to look in the face of her savior; dark hair, honeyed eyes, and a face that wore no smile. His features weren't striking but he was a handsome man.

"We have to go now!" He ushered her to her feet immediately.

Maggie felt something sticky trail down the side of her head and touched it only to come up with a red stain - her blood. She was bleeding. She needed no Jesus to tell her she was in bad shape.

"I'm sorry, I can't... I'm tired," She staggered on her feet, her head spinning, "Moreover, I'm a criminal - at least by the law - I can't escape. Cecil told me there is a high chance that I would be pardoned,"

His eyes rekindled with that flame that had been there when he asked her to give him her hands.

"Really?" There was mockery in his tone, "Sure, why don't you just sit around and wait for the military that would arrive....." he checked his watch, "At the quickest, fifteen minutes since a distress call had been sent. You would get your lovely verdict and as well get murdered by the hitmen tasked to end you," He sneered, obviously thinking she was stupid.

"Hitmen?" Maggie was stunned.

"Yeah, the mother of the man you killed ordered a bounty on your head. Thirty million for whoever kills you and forty million for whoever brings you to her,"

Maggie's eye bulged out of her socket from shock. Fernandez's mother was so desperate for revenge that she would offer thirty to forty million for her. She didn't doubt the woman had great plans for her if she dared to get her hands on her.

"Thinking about it, since you have given up already, why don't I just hand you over to Lucinda and gain the spoils - thirty million is not a little money,"

Maggie stiffened immediately, her gaze searching her savior's eyes for signs of dry humor but all she found was a lifeless pool of brown eyes. He didn't let her in on his thoughts, he concealed it coldly. That made her wonder, was he really her savior? Was she the one mistaken all this while.

"So tell me?" he told her with a tone that sent shivers down her spine, "Are you coming with me or should I go claim the bounty on your head?"

Maggie knew he was not joking, she could see it in his eyes. The man was no angel at all, but a wolf in sheep's clothing. One wrong move and she was doomed.

"I'll go with you," was her quick response. The devil she knew was better than the angel she hadn't seen.

"Follow me," He commanded.

But that was the problem because the instant she took a step, her world swirled and she almost fell to the ground had he not caught her.

"You're too much trouble," He grumbled, carrying her in his arms to her surprise. She had thought he would simply drag her along. So he had chivalry in his genes?

Maggie didn't have the time to admire his firm muscles because she was in pain. As they passed the ruins, her eyes couldn't help but rest on the burning police van and tears stung her eyes. Those men died because of her.

"It's not your fault,"

"What?" she was startled

"Those men knew death was inevitable when they signed up for the duty. Their job was to die protecting people like you and they did so. It's a big honor," he said to her as if he had read her mind.

"Yeah, dying is a big honor," Maggie sassed in her head knowing her savior would have a different opinion if she said it out loud.

Aside from the burning van, Maggie saw other bodies lying on the floor and didn't need to guess those were her killers. Had her savior killed them all? If he could kill this many of them, what about her? He could easily snuff the life out of her without sweating.

It wasn't until they reached the police car from earlier that she noticed her savior was wearing a police uniform. It then dawned on her, her savior had been close all this while. No wonder, it was quick for him to react to the situation.

Blood spattered on the front seat - the former occupant must have been shot and she didn't dare to envision where - with numerous bullet holes on the windscreen. There was no time for a safety or hygiene check, leaving this hell hole was all she wanted.

Her savior hit the gas and they were out of there immediately. He flew through the road at great speed and surprisingly, Maggie was not scared. She had unconsciously developed some kind of trust towards this strange man.

They drove in silence even though she had a million questions to ask him starting from where he was taking her and who he was working for. However, when she finally opened her mouth to ask, her first question was.

"What is your name?" she added, "I forgot your name," she scratched the back of her head awkwardly. Yeah, that was the best thing to do, forget the name of the man that saved you. Well, it's not like she had expected to see him after that night at the bar.

With the cold stare he gave her, Maggie gulped and gave up on the idea of receiving an answer when he suddenly said,

"I'm Andrew. My name is Andrew,"