I was stunned to see Jasmine there, injured, blood all over her clothes and half unconscious. The driver of the car was bleeding profusely. The car was a model to view. The rear glass was shattered. The front glass was half hanging in bits and pieces. The rear left door was wrenched away and there were bullet holes everywhere. Tens of police vehicles immediately surrounded the area and cordoned off the whole city routes. All routes were blocked and there was no means of escape for the bikers. I took Jasmine inside my cabin and made her sit on a reclining chair. She was groaning in pain. The driver was taken to the hospital in an emergency vehicle. He would not die. He only had a bullet shot on his shoulder. Thank God! I was panicked. I didn’t know what I was doing. I was frightened, angry,
