Page 101 of Daddy's Obsession


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I reach across the center console and grab the steering wheel, pressing my palm down on the horn to warn pedestrians to get the fuck out of the way. I crank the wheel toward me, forcing the car to jump the curb. The scrape of the vehicle’s underside rattles the inside the car, engine roaring in agony as massive chunks fall off behind us. People scream as they jump out of the way. Thankfully, nobody gets hurt.

“Let go!” Favreaux shouts.

I ignore him, fighting for control of the steering wheel. He wrestles it from my hands and drives us straight toward one of the concrete bases of the tower. I screw my eyes shut and say a prayer just before --

CRASH!

The front end of the car crunches, the impact so powerful it shatters the windows and obliterates the engine. I hit my head on the dash, the airbags going off just in time to save my nose from caving into my skull. It takes me a couple of seconds to gather myself. My head spins. I can’t make up from down, left from right. The sound of Favreaux groaning in agony is what snaps me back to reality.

I have to get away.

Kicking the passenger side door open, I tumble out and land on my shoulder. People surround me, whispering in concern. A few of them try to help me to my feet, but I push them away when I hear Favreaux’s door bursting open. I don’t even have to look over my shoulder to know he’s after me.

“Get back here!” he roars, chasing after me through the sea of people.

I don’t know where I’m going. All I know is I have to lose him. Favreaux isn’t going to listen to reason. I can’t keep pushing my luck. If he gets his hands on me again, there’s no doubt in my mind he’s going to kill me. There are too many civilians around, and the last thing I want is for one of them to get hurt.

So I climb.

Summoning all my strength, I climb up the foot of the tower, grasping onto the chilly metal as I work my way up. Wind whips past me, freezing my knuckles and chilling me to the bone. I’ll give Favreaux credit where credit is due —the asshole doesn’t know when to give up.

But neither do I.

My muscles burn. My arms and legs are seconds away from giving out. People below start to look like ants, staring up in horror as Favreaux continues to pursue me with his knife gripped tight between his teeth.

“Raquel!”

I hear Gabriel, but I don’t see him. He blends into the crowd, impossible to pick out. I tell myself not to look down, because the moment I do, I’m going to come to my senses and realize what a stupid fucking idea this was.

It’s nothing short of a miracle when I make it to the first floor. I climb over the tall railing and flop onto the observation deck, breathing hard and shaking uncontrollably.

Ineverwant to do that again.

Favreaux lands on two feet directly behind me, nabbing me before I can get away. He circles his arm around my neck, forcing me to look toward the service elevator. The gears whir, the elevator car slowly climbing upward.

“I’m going to enjoy killing you in front of him,” he growls against my ear. “I want to watch his face as the life drains from your body.”

“You’re fucking sick,” I hiss, struggling against his powerful hold.

The elevator doors slide open. Gabriel emerges in a hurry, followed quickly by Dad, Klaus, Anders, and a handful of armed Interpol officers.

“Let her go!” Gabriel demands. “It’s over, Favreaux. You’re completely surrounded. There’s nowhere left to run.”

My captor grinds his teeth so hard evenIhear them when they squeak. “You bastards,” he roars at the top of his lungs. “It wasn’t enough that you betrayed me. It wasn’t enough that you let me rot in jail for twenty years. Why can’t I have anything? Why can’t I winonce?”

If I weren’t on the brink of death, I’d laugh. It’s amusing how much Favreaux sounds like a petulant child now that he knows he’s going to lose.Howhe chooses to lose is entirely up to him.

“Let’s talk this out,” Dad offers, shouting over the wind. “There’s no need for anybody to get hurt.”

“No! I’m not going back, Chester. I’m not fucking going back.”

Gabriel takes a step forward, tense. “This is between you and me, Favreaux. Let Raquel go. If it’s a fresh start you need, we can figure out how to give it to you.”

“I’ve spent the last twenty years imagining all the ways I want to destroy you. I’ve thought about killing you with my own two hands, squeezing the breath out of you until your eyes pop out of their damn sockets.” Favreaux’s grip around my neck tightens. “But you’ve played your hand, Gabriel. I can see how much you love this woman. That’s why I’ll kill her instead. It’s the one thing I can do to absolutely ruin you.”

My bottom lip quivers, the hard edge of the blade cutting my skin. “Please, don’t do this.”

“It’s nothing personal, babydoll.”

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