Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook

Suddenly, a swiftly flowing river, about seven or eight meters wide, loomed ahead of them.

Crossing it on horseback was out of the question.

The man in black stopped abruptly at the river’s edge.

The four motorcycles caught up, their riders taunting and jeering.

They started to sneer, employing a tactic known as psychological warfare, aiming to weaken the other party’s defenses through contempt.

The louder they yelled, the more thrilled they grew.

After all, capturing Nicole and the man in black were valued at five million, and they were on the brink of claiming it.

Everyone was eager to claim the prize.

Facing the pursuers, the man in black’s expression hardened, and he asked Nicole, “Do you trust me?”

Nicole, without a second’s doubt, nodded.

“Hold me tight,” he instructed.

Then, with a burst of speed, the motorcycle leaped forward, heading straight for the river!

The nearly frantic speed of the motorcycle, resembling a hurricane, caused the man’s shirt to billow.

Then, to the astonishment of onlookers, the motorcycle took off.

It ascended into the air.

From one side of the lake to the other, it landed gracefully on the grass before speeding away.

The pursuing bodyguards remained undeterred.

They assumed accelerating would do the same magic.

After revving their engines in preparation, the lead motorcycle rider endeavored forward.

The motorcycle ascended into the sky, only to suddenly descend.

The bodyguard and the motorcycle collided forcefully with the water.

Soon, the turbulent splashes quieted, and it appeared as though both the motorcycle and its rider had vanished beneath the lake’s surface.

The other three motorcycle riders refrained from attempting such feats any longer.

They neglec

ted to search for their fallen comrade, opting instead to turn their heads and look for a path to the opposite shore.

On the opposite side, the black motorcycle accelerated from a narrow path onto a main road.

After approximately thirty minutes of travel, the journey came to a halt beside a quaint villa, its walls adorned with climbing roses.

The man steadied himself by placing a foot on the ground and instructed, “Hold on me tightly.

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Before Nicole could fully collect her thoughts, he effortlessly lifted her from the motorcycle.

Her body still hadn’t regained its composure from the previous whirlwind.

As she was being transported, her senses began to awaken.

Just as she was about to speak, instead of placing her on the ground, the man positioned her sideways on the motorcycle.

Nicole used her hands to steady herself on the seat.

The man carefully removed her helmet, hanging it on the handlebar, before attending to his own.

Before Nicole stood a handsome face, nearly flawless in its composition.