“Tyler, dri—”
Before she could finish the word, a powerful hand clamped around her arm, yanking her viciously toward the car door.
“Let go! Let go of me!”
Annika’s protests were useless. Conrad dragged her from the car and threw her into his Cayenne. As he did, she twisted around and screamed at Tyler, who had already gotten out and was running toward them. “Tyler, I don’t want to go back! Tyler, help me!”
Her desperate plea shattered Tyler’s heart. He threw himself in front of the Cayenne, roaring with fury. “Conrad, did you hear her? She doesn’t want to go with you! Let her out!”
Conrad’s lips tightened into a hard, straight line, a vein throbbing at his temple. His knuckles were white as he gripped the steering wheel and hit the gas, surging forward without a second thought.
Tyler stumbled back but refused to move out of the way, determined to stop Conrad from taking her. Seeing Annika suffer was a hundred times more painful than suffering himself.
The front of the car slammed into Tyler’s body. Annika froze in terror, her mouth open in a silent scream. As she watched the violent impact throw him to the ground, no sound would come out. She grabbed Conrad’s arm on the steering wheel, finally managing to force out a choked whisper. “Stop the car.”
But Conrad wouldn’t listen. No matter how much she beat against him, no matter how loudly she screamed and sobbed, the black Cayenne sped away like a predator on the hunt.



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