Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

She let out a sigh, and heard Patric echo it with one of his own. “Maja, I wanna go home, leave this island, head back to Greenfield Gardens.” With a motherly gesture, Maja shoved a cookie into his mouth. “Eat up. We’ll talk once you’ve had something in your stomach.” She dared not leave their makeshift shelter under the bridge, especially during daylight. Who knew where those thugs might be lurking? Escaping with two kids in tow was a fool’s errand. After munching on a cookie, Maja told Quentin to catch some Z’s. But Quentin asked, “You planning on heading out tonight?” “Yeah, I need to check on those goons from last night. There seemed to be two factions; one after me, the other caught up in some infighting. They probably grabbed Ian, I’ve got to see what’s up.” A flicker of something passed through Quentin’s eyes. Should he stage another drama tonight while she’s out? He’d made contact with his own crew, confirming that last night’s villa explosion was the handiwork of K’s people. Forbidden Island was Quentin’s turf. Young but savvy, he’d kept it free from K’s influence, though K’s minions were certainly around. Probably from the moment Maja set foot here, K’s eyes were on her. But out of respect for Quentin’s domain, they hadn’t made any bold moves. Impatience nipped at Quentin. He loathed that sanctimonious facade. The trio holed up under the bridge for the day. As dusk settled, Maja prepared to leave, instructing Quentin, “If those guys find this place, take Patric and run. Forget about me. You have my number. Call anytime.” “Sure.” Quentin’s lips curled into a sinister smile. Tonight would mark Maja’s downfall. Once she was caught and subjected to harsh questioning. Maja patted Quentin’s head, her voice laced with concern. “Quentin, you’re troubled. Remember, I’m here if you need me.” His eyelashes fluttered as he casually inquired, “That Jellyfish Seal, where is it exactly?” Maja froze. Why would he ask about that? “Maja, will you tell me?”

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his hair, “Quentin, why ask about it? Do you want it? It’s dangerous.” He shrugged off her hand, his eyes darkening. She was likely lying. She wouldn’t leave something so important in that yard. A cold smirk danced on his lips. It seemed he’d have to rely on her capture tonight. Only torture would loosen her tongue. He had given her a chance, and she failed to appreciate it. “I got it, Maja. Go ahead, I’ll take care of Patric.” If trouble didn’t come knocking tonight, Patric would continue to