Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 409

He slammed his foot down on the gas.

Before Mila could make sense of what was happening, the sports car shot forward like an arrow loosed from a bow. The speed was unreal. With the car rocketing down the road, she found herself pressed tightly against the man's chest, the roar of the wind screaming past her ears.

She could feel it he was losing control.

The sports car tore down the deserted highway, a pack of motorcycles in hot pursuit. Behind them, a scattered convoy of luxury cars struggled to regroup after being forced off course. The whole stretch of road was a mess-chaos and blaring music trailing in their wake.

Huddled against his chest, Mila couldn't see that as their car cleared a side street, another group of bikers burst out from the alley-this time, barreling straight into the pursuing motorcade and breaking up the chase in an instant.

But the sports car only accelerated.

Way too fast.

Mila's heart pounded so wildly she thought it might burst. She wanted to scream for him to slow down, but the words caught in her throat. For a dizzy moment, she thought the car was actually about to take flight.

In shock, she lifted her head, pupils blown wide.

That's when she saw it.

Somehow, they'd made it all the way to the harbor. The car was barreling straight for a cargo ship anchored at the dock. Instead of slowing, he aimed for the metal ramp the crew had lowered, gunning the engine as if he meant to launch them right onto the deck.

Mila went numb with terror.

At this speed, they'd crash right through the railing and into the sea-he had to be out of his mind!

but just then the car jolted. The wild acceleration suddenly eased, the vehicle shuddering as a drag parachute deployed from the rear, yanking them back and slowing their momentum just

It wasn't over yet.

the shocks reverberating through the cabin until the car finally slammed into the safety barrier, grinding to

the wheel, barely waited for the car to settle before letting out a wild laugh and pounding his fist on the dashboard. "Now that's what I'm talking about! Damn,

since he'd driven

their lives, he'd have turned

wounds

"Mila!"

"Sir, the ship's gone."

blond man addressed Cossio, still standing before

church. “I'm sorry. I

his head,

"They won't get far."

save her, he might have won. But by coming here, he's already lost-still too

at the wreckage of the church. A fleeting sadness flickered in his green

long now. We'll be together again

smile touched his

Night fell.

a ship drifted in

and dressed her wounds once more. His face had

He was too late.

had anticipated trouble and arranged for a full medical team to be ready