The Ruthless Billionaire's Obsessive Pursuit

outside John F. Kennedy International Airport, her knuckles white as she gripped the handle of her heavy suitc

humb. She refreshed the ride-hailing app again. The red text glared b

It moved silently, like a shark in dark water, and stopped exactly inche

The lighting was terrible, but she could ma

the dark interior. The tone was incredibly low, vibrating with

mach tightened. She stared at the empty

she asked, her voice shak

ng scoff came from

eath in the storm, or do yo

ently. Her survival instinct overrode her caution. She grabbed the heavy door handle an

expensive, heavy scent of cedar mixed with cold leathe

oed through the car. The doors locked automatically. The noise of the

den acceleration threw Gabriella backward, h

rview mirror, trying to see the driver's face. All she could see was a

ng intensity that made her lungs constr

ghts of the highway leading to Manhattan were gone. The streets we

. The blue dot was moving rapidly toward

against her ribs. She forc

she said loudly. "Why a

his head. He kept h

he said carelessly. "Th

o her tote bag. Her fingers found the cold metal canister of her pep

e screen, sending her live location to her best f

a dead-end alley. There were no str

heaved. Panic cl

e screamed. "Stop

s screeched against the wet pavement. T

lley, and Gabriella finally saw his face. He was devastatingly ha

mouth twitched upward into a cruel, wicked smile. He

She pressed the emergency

ur emergency?" t

he speaker, keeping her eyes locked on the man.

ply leaned back against his leather seat, crossing his arms. H

shattered the quiet night. Two NYPD cruisers slammed to a st

their weapons. The blinding white spotl

can see them!" an offic

ocked. She shoved the door open and ran out into the

ing finger at the car. "He locke

ashed into the muddy puddle. He stood tall in the pouring rain, staring down the barrels o