CEO's Passion: Love by Mistake

Frustrated, the driver smacked his steering wheel angrily. “F*ck! Didn't he just say she was some costume designer? Why are there SWAT officers after us? We've been duped.”

“Boss, what are we going to do?”

The driver remained in silent thought for a few seconds before asking, “How close are they now?”

The thug sent a text, and the reply he received threw everyone for a loop. “B-Boss, they're already out of the city. They're less than ten miles away from us!”

Less than ten miles?

Natalie's heart started beating faster as hope filled her heart.

I'm going to be free!

Natalie began to calm down, but the rest of the thugs in the van were panicking. “How can they catch up so quickly?”

The driver couldn't help tightening his grip on the steering wheel as he replied, “Dumbass, they're driving custom-made SWAT vehicles. Compared to this dump of a van, we'll never be able to outrun them. We're dead!”

The van instantly fell into silence.

None of these thugs were hardened criminals; they were merely offenders who'd had brushes with the law. All had priors and had served jail time, but murder and kidnapping had never been on their agenda. They only agreed to this job because they were offered a ton of money. They were also under the assumption that this was a simple kidnapping that wouldn't involve murder.

SWAT team. If they'd known this

and exited a tunnel. Suddenly they heard the faint sounds of

at the rearview mirror and spied the corner of a SWAT vehicle. His expression paled

vehicle, along

here to save

Drenched

asked, “Boss, what are we going to do? Should we just surrender and release this woman to them? They might let us off easily

the other thugs voiced

driver's face contorted with fury as he spat out, “You're all a bunch of dumbasses! Do you think they'll really let us off so easily? They brought an armed SWAT team with them; they're obviously not going to let us go even if we surrender. Either way,

“B-But...”

the driver, his eyes filled

with her; at least then we won't burden our families. Who knows, the client might even be happy that we killed her and give our families

considered his proposal. They exchanged glances, beginning to

were dashed when she witnessed this scene. Instead, she

she started sobbing against her gag, trying

ignore her cries as they all took in deep breaths and hardened their

better to die at our own hands than die

relief. As Natalie watched in horror, the driver turned the steering wheel, speeding towards the