The Captain's Regret: Chasing His Runaway Wife

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rain and flooded the rideshare car's windshi

f the steering wheel and fumbling for the d

back into his seat, and flicked open my folding s

as an accomplice, put this car in rever

Range Rover swung open, and a pair of cus

shoulders and the terrifying physique of an elite

old water dripping down his sharp brow bone, he

y chest seizing up as if an invi

e gearshift into reverse and stomped on the

ecurity SUVs outside the alley entrance immedia

ed alley, the side mirror smashing agai

eat base and shielded Lily in his arms, his gray-b

SUVs, the driver wrenched the wheel hard, flinging th

corner, I saw Brock narrow his eyes, his gaze cutting th

arrying over the roar of our engine as he ordered all units t

a split-second glimpse, the moment his eyes met mine, I s

kstreets while the black SUVs stayed glued to o

I called Ciji, my knuckles turnin

ntersection!" I shouted over the screeching tires

s and custom scripts to hack directly into the district's traffic co

very single traffic light in all four direction

o the junction, and three heavy delivery trucks swerved hard,

eedle between two colliding trucks a fract

alt behind the pileup while his bodyguards jumped out

amp onto the Brooklyn-Queens Expresswa

othes drenched in cold sweat and my finger

ing hand to touch my freezing

we playing a

throat, I held her littl

ust an exciti

out a cold snort, his

sing us is a

edge of an abandoned underground parking garage

seat, grabbed the suitcases, and led the twins

dhand Ford sedan Ciji had prepared in advance,

ack seat and stashing the bags, I slid

mirror at sleeping Lily and vigilant Zane, realizing New Y