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 long,

took a deep breath

these forces as

Patrick was a ticking tbomb, with K capable of ordering

a few minutes when suddenly, a sea of

gunfire.

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Patrick was with them, their location

the car windows now

was then Patrick

with things like this, why don't you just ditch me? If you leavebehind, you and Maja could make a

you?"

to be at

his phone ringing with Quentin on the line, providing a secret route

was a path known only to Quentin, a secret escape route used by the masters

once on this route, they would be safe

where lan was, that safety

a flat tire, they had to abandon it and dodge the surrounding bullets

not hesitating to

a few meters, he realized all the other bodyguards had

still,

temper flared without

"What do you want?"

finally comply, to properly care for

desolate sound, at that