Sullivan glanced back, his heart skipping a beat as he saw Emily's face had gone pale as a ghost.
Good thing she'd buckled up. No harm done.
But then.
On the other end of the line, Rebecca let out a mocking laugh, "Oh, look at you. Getting all cozy with that tramp. Out for a late-night drive, are we? Where might you be off to?"
Sullivan responded coolly, "Taking her back to her mother's."
"Since when did you start running errands for others?"
"What do you want?"
"Kill her."
Sullivan's grip on the phone tightened, but he said nothing.
Rebecca sneered, "Can't do it, huh? Fine, I'll send another man to do it. But Sullivan, there's a price for defiance. What do you think your punishment should be?"
"Whatever you want."
"Oh, Sullivan. I knew you were no longer trustworthy. I didn't raise a dog; I raised a wolf. Dogs are too base, too lowly. They're more to my liking. And since I raised you, I'll endure it. But did you really think I ever trusted you completely?"
Sullivan frowned, "What are you playing at?"
"Turn around. Look behind you."
Instinctively, Sullivan peered through the rear window and saw Rebecca's smirking face in an SUV, oozing seduction.
He dropped the phone and bolted out of the car.
Reaching the passenger side, he helped the ashen-faced Emily out of the vehicle and dashed toward a nearby alley.
A gunshot rang out, and Emily's legs nearly gave out from fear.
Sullivan swept her into his arms and continued their escape.
No wonder he hadn't been in touch with her for so long.
Rebecca had been pulling the strings in the shadows, orchestrating everything.
She had lost her trust in him.
But moving up from being a dog to a wolf that bites felt pretty good.
A smirk played on Sullivan's lips as he fled.
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