The Captain's Regret: Chasing His Runaway Wife

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ng code, while the live ticker at the bottom of the TV news announced that

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hundred percent, Zane broke free from Lily's grip, lunged at the key

his small knuckles, my

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m of my trench coat, tears brimming in her wide eyes

rd from the wall, forced a hard shutdown, and pried t

om hardware was ripped apart, bi

bowl of water inside the microwave, and hit high power; within secon

's tech team had already narrowed the si

unpacked clothes back into the suitcas

front of the twins, I

ht now. Not a single

backpack over his shoulders, and took

k, tucked my folding scalpel inside my waistban

e our heads as I scanned the empty corrido

amiliar weightlessness made my stomach lurch, dragging

flagged down a rideshare car, threw the bags into the

et in Flushing, I glanced through the rain-streaked rear

rypted number, and my best friend Ciji Holder answered on the first

. "Griffin's people are on our tail in Fl

ed on the other end before hanging

section, I checked my watch, every ticking secon

ointing out the side window, his gray-blu

roof SUVs bearing the Griffin Security insigni

ed halfway down, revealing right-hand man, Owe

children down onto the floorboard

the armored convoy in terror,

piss off the mo

y voice cracking like a whip. "Turn right int

tires screeching on the wet pavement as we barely scraped

ind us while I held the twins tight,

ams flared to life in the darkness, and a massive black Range Rov