My Politician Fiancé Treated Me Like An Acquisition — So I Exposed His Corruption To Millions
Part 2
The engine roared as Danny threw the heavy SUV into drive.
We peeled out of the narrow alley just as two patrol cars skidded past the entrance.
Their sirens were deafening even through the reinforced glass of the windows.
Breathe, Vince said.
His voice was low and scraped like sandpaper over wood.
I realized I was hyperventilating uncontrollably.
The edges of my vision were going dark as a static-filled tunnel closed in on me.
I squeezed my eyes shut.
I forced myself to take a slow and agonizing breath against the strict constriction of my corset.
You are getting mud on the upholstery, he observed mildly.
I snapped my eyes open and stared at him.
He had turned his head slightly and was finally looking at me.
His eyes were the color of black coffee.
They were flat and completely unreadable.
There was no pity in them.
There was no curiosity.
It was just a cold and calculating assessment.
I am sorry, I managed to whisper.
My voice was shaking violently.
I tried to gather the ruined and wet folds of my dress closer to my body.
It was completely useless.
I was a swamp creature wrapped in a bridal gown.
I can get out at the next corner.
No, you really cannot, he replied.
He turned his gaze back to the dark window.
Danny blew a red light back there.
We have a tail now.
I looked out the back window.
Two blocks back, a police cruiser was making a sharp U-turn.
Its lights flashed angrily through the heavy rain.
They are after you, I realized.
The sheer absurdity of the situation finally pierced through my profound shock.
Vince let out a short and breathy sound.
It might have been a laugh if it weren’t so devoid of humor.
Astute observation, he muttered.
What are they after you for?
Did you rob a bakery?
He gestured vaguely at my massive white dress.
I didn’t rob anyone.
I left my fiancé at the altar in the bathroom.
He paused and turned his head to look at me fully.
The passing streetlights swept across his battered face.
It highlighted the deep exhaustion carved into the lines around his mouth.
You left him in the bathroom?
No, I was in the bathroom.
He was outside.
I rubbed my bare and shivering arms.
The cold air conditioning was biting into my wet skin.
He didn’t know I heard him.
Vince watched me for a long and heavy moment.
He reached forward and cranked the heating dial all the way up.
A blast of warm air flooded the back seat.
Well, Vince muttered.
He picked up the handgun and casually slid it into the shoulder holster hidden beneath his jacket.
Congratulations on your newly acquired freedom.
Try not to bleed on my seats.
I looked down at my knee.
The one I had scraped on the asphalt was steadily dripping blood onto the pristine cream leather.
I didn’t say anything.
I just watched my blood mix with the dirty rainwater.
It formed a pale and rusty puddle between us.
The police tail eventually vanished into a maze of narrow side streets.
We pulled into a dark and windowless corrugated metal warehouse.
Vince stepped out and left me shivering in the cold garage.
I was trapped between a golden cage built on lies and a bloodstained empire built on violence.
But Vince was about to offer me the one thing Tom never would.
A choice.
Would you trust a mob boss if he was the only person offering you a way to destroy the man who ruined your life?
