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Gabriel and Dad don’t move, either. They can’t. Not unless they want to risk both me and the baby.
Favreaux licks his bloody lips, stepping back. I have no choice but to come with him. “This is what’s going to happen,” he seethes. “I’m going to get into that car and this dumb bitch is coming with me. If any of you follows us, I’ll kill her on the spot. Are we clear?”
“Let her go,” Gabriel growls. “We’ll give you anything. Just let her go.”
“I’m so fucking tired of you getting your happy ending,” Favreaux continues. “It’s time I finally get mine. Come on, Raquel. You, me, and the baby are going to have a wonderful little life living off your father’s millions.”
“You’re deranged,” I spit.
Favreaux’s hands are shaking. I can feel the knife breaking skin. “I’ll get you to come around sooner or later, babydoll. Now, don’t put up a fight, or it’s bye bye birdie.”
Chapter 39
Raquel
Desperate men do desperate things.
They also make a lot of mistakes.
Favreaux isn’t thinking clearly, but that doesn’t make him any less dangerous. It’s pretty obvious he doesn’t have a plan. He’s not even trying to be subtle when he drags me away, flashing his knife at everyone who dares cross his path. Concerned pedestrians pull their phones out to start recording the madness while others call for the police.
He doesn’t bother trying to hide his face from onlookers as he stops a little old lady from getting into her vehicle, threatening her with all sorts of violence until she finally gives up the keys. He shoves me into the passenger seat before hastily getting behind the wheel, slamming his foot down on the gas, causing the wheels to screech bloody murder as we weave into traffic.
As we speed towards the center of Paris, drawing closer and closer to the Eiffel Tower, I know Gabriel can’t be that far behind. I can hear the screeching of cars, of motorcycles. Someone’s in pursuit, and I’m about ninety-nine percent sure it’s the father of my child.
Sirens blare behind us, accompanied with the bright flash of red and blue lights. The cops are gaining. As weird as it feels to admit it, I’mgladthe police are coming after me.
“You’re not going to get away with this,” I tell Favreaux, clutching my seatbelt for dear life as he swerves in and out of lanes to avoid cars.
“Shut up!”
“Where are you even going?”
“To the airport, obviously. You and I are going to catch a flight out of here.”
I roll my eyes. “If it’s the airport you want, you’re going the wrong way.”
“You’re lying!”
“I’m not. Charles De Gaulle is in the literal opposite direction.”
“Fuck,” he shouts. “Fuck all of this!”
Favreaux’s confused, disoriented. Maybe even concussed thanks to his well-deserved beating earlier. I keep as calm and clear-headed as possible. He isn’t thinking straight right now, which means I can use this to my advantage.IfI play my cards right.
“Look,” I say as softly as possible. “Keeping me with you is only going to slow you down. There isn’t a corner of this Earth where Gabriel and my father won’t search to find me. Just let me go and you’ll be able to move twice as fast.”
“I said shut the fuck up!”
Favreaux peels right, making a neck-breaking turn down a one-way street going the wrong way. Oncoming cars have to yank themselves off to the side, jumping the curb as Favreaux barrels forward. I clench my jaw, every single muscle in my body seized with tension. He’s going to kill someone at this rate.
I can’t allow it.
He rips onto the Quai Branly, the street directly next to the Eiffel Tower. The crowds are bigger here, folks gathered shoulder to shoulder as they watch the fireworks display over La Seine. If I don’t act now, there’s no telling what Favreaux will do. I mentally prepare myself, counting backward from three…
Two.
One.
