Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Patrick smirked, feeling a surge of triumph as he slowly pushed away the dagger pressing against his chest.

"If you can't do it, then it looks like you're stuck here with me. Oh, right, Maja's pregnant. Poor thing. Your kid's gonna be born

without a dad, or might not even get the chance to be born, huh?"

The last words left his mouth with a mix of provocation and resignation gleaming in his eyes.

lan's fist connected with Patrick's face, leaving everyone clueless about Patrick's sudden bout of madness.

He had made a deal with K, but K was never going to let him off the hook.

Besides, if K decided to launch a blanket attack based on the tracker's location, Patrick would be dead too.

It was bizarre. Patrick, a man so fond of life, so determined to push Eric out completely and claim the body for himself, was now

acting recklessly.

lan's punch left Patrick's cheekbone swollen. He winced in pain but just licked his cheek with the tip of his tongue.

lan grabbed his collar again.

"Patrick, what the hell do you want?"

Was it Maja?

Unlikely. One can't hide love, and Patrick's feelings for Maja were anything but pure. His gaze towards her was complicated,

tangled.

his hair a bit too

a deep breath and let

meet up with Dylan and Abner. With these forces as backup, he could leave Forbidden Island

on Patrick was a ticking tbomb, with

a few minutes when suddenly, a sea of vehicles appeared

gunfire.

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long as Patrick was

cagain, the car

then Patrick spoke

just ditch me? If you leavebehind,

you?"

wasn't like him to be at

him, his phone ringing with Quentin on the line,

to Quentin, a secret escape route used by the masters

route, they would be

that safety was

car now useless due to a flat tire, they had to abandon it and

carried Maja, not hesitating to move

he realized all the other

stood still, his eyes

temper flared

"What do you want?"

did he want to finally comply, to properly care

a desolate sound,