Mr billionaire's regret chasing his irresistible wife by Gabby Emmanuel

Rescue and confusion.

(JARED'S POV)

The engine of my car hummed, my heart churning with dread. I was leaving the city, its bustling ambience now gradually swallowed by the deserted path that led to the warehouse.

As I drew nearer, my grip on the steering wheel tightened. This whole thing still didn't feel right. Some key questions were not answered. But I had no time to dig that deeper, not when it was sure that Maverick was in Dwayne's hand. Every mile that took me farther from the city felt like a weight dragging me into an abyss.

Maverick. His face flashed through my mind. Even though I haven't had the chance to meet him properly as a father, I could tell he was an adorable child.

And now he was somewhere out there, in Denzel's filthy hands.

Finally, I arrived and brought the car to a halt as I stared at the warehouse. Momentarily, I took in its dilapidated outlook. Broken windows, rusting metal, and crumbling concrete testified to years of neglect.

I tried so hard not to paint a mental picture of Maverick and how frightened he could be, in there alone with that monster. That instant, determination rushed through me, and I grabbed the briefcase.

I was going to hand over the document to Denzel and have my son back, and it would be over. I imagined Arielle's happy and relieved face when I handed the boy safely to her.

With that, I slammed the car door shut and moved quickly toward the entrance of the warehouse. The heavy, rotting door creaked ominously as I pushed it open.

The air inside was thick with the smell of dust, stale wood, and mildew, and I couldn't help but sneeze. The air felt wrong. The dust... the cobwebs... it was a filthy, inhospitable place for a child.

The hallway seemed endless. I tried to calm my racing thoughts, focusing only on my next step. I would get my son back. Denzel would pay for what he'd done.

It was dark-too dark. I squinted, trying to make out any shapes, but the shadows swallowed everything. Just as I was about to reach for my phone, it rang.

"I see you're here," Denzel's cool, jeering voice filtered in. "Walk through the door and take your left turn."

"Bastard!" I cussed, when he dropped the call.

I slid the phone back into my pocket and took the first step into the hallway. The building seemed to close in around me, the air heavy, thick with tension.

I could barely see the hall in front of me, but I pressed forward, my eyes scanning the shadows, every fiber of my being on alert. My shoes crunched against the old floorboards, and with every step, my anger and fear mounted.

How could Denzel bring a child here? What if the child was allergic to dust or caught a flu from the unconducive environment?

He's going to regret ever trying to get down with me in this way.

I had just reached the end when a light flickered on, suddenly illuminating the room.

And then I saw them; Denzel and Maverick. I felt my face drained of color until it felt bone white by the sight before me.

was seated on a stool, looking frightened, his mouth covered with a tape. But that wasn't what had my stomach leaping

It was the knife.

The hunting knife.

pressed inches away from my

who treats an innocent child like this?" I hissed, but I forced myself to

sly grin in his face. And then he turned to Maverick, "Look who we have here, your Daddy. Isn't he an awesome Dad, rushing to rescue you in the face of danger? Well, let's hope he cooperates so you can be allowed

really scared of Denzel. The sight broke my heart, and almost drew tears to my eyes. Poor boy, he didn't deserve any of

trying to take a step, "It's

move, Denzel raised a

the knife, bringing it closer to Maverick's throat. "First,

eyes fixed on Maverick's frightened

I'll hand you the document. Look, I have it

is my game, Jared, you don't get to call the

he's not one to be trusted, but I have no option but to

and took

flickered in the corner of my

A shadow.

windows, a figure in all

to give a reaction, but the figure was quick to

ally? A foe A

didn't know, but I had no choice but to

again, intentionally dragging my feet while giving the figure ample time to close in on

swift motion, the figure struck. A brutal blow to Denzel's skull with the butt of a

gasped in shock and pain as he doubled over and lost balance, the knife slipping off. I was on him

happening, two more figures appeared, moving swiftly, expertly, their presence

racing. All

through the main entrance, or....jump in

people? And why were they

time to wonder for long. My concern was Maverick. He

but before I could reach him, one of the masked figures stepped in my way, holding

take him," the grave

the

mean? I'm his father!" I

were asked to return him to his mother. And I'd advice you don't try to stop us," she said the last words in a menacing

send you?" My

don't know