Chapter 155
Chapter 155:
“Get out,” he said. The words came out like a detonation in the small cabin.
Alycia stared at him. “Cole — we are miles from the city. It’s raining. I told you I’m sick p>
“Get out of my car.” His voice dropped lower, which somehow made it more terrifying. He reached across the console, grabbed the passenger door handle, and shoved it open into the howling wind. “Now. Before I put you out myself p>
The absolute, unambiguous intent in his eyes dissolved whatever argument she had. She scrambled back, her heels hitting the wet, freezing asphalt of the abandoned lot.
The moment her feet cleared the door frame, Cole pulled it shut and floored the accelerator. The Bentley’s engine roared as it tore into the storm, the rear tires throwing a wave of dirty puddle water across Alycia’s white silk dress as it went.
She stood alone in the abandoned lot as the sky opened completely. The downpour was instant and merciless. Her hair plastered against her face. Her dress soaked through in seconds.
She threw her head back and screamed into the storm — a raw, furious, unhinged sound that went nowhere.
At that same moment, across the city in the underground parking garage of Apex Bio, June was walking briskly toward her car.
She had just received the same emergency message from Mrs. Lynch.
The shock hit her like a physical blow. Her phone and keys slipped from her fingers and clattered against the concrete floor. She let out a sharp, breathless sound, her knees momentarily losing their certainty beneath her.
𝗨𝘱𝖽𝗮𝘵е𝗌 𝗲𝘷еrу 𝗐eеk 𝗼𝘯.сom
“June p>
A steady voice came from across the garage.
She turned. Silas was walking quickly toward her, briefcase in hand after a late night at the office. He took one look at her face.
“Eleanor is having a heart attack,” June said, the words barely making it out. Her eyes filled with panicked tears.
Silas’s expression hardened immediately. He didn’t ask questions. He crouched, picked up her keys from the floor, and straightened.
“You are in no condition to drive in this storm,” he said firmly. “My car is right here. I’m taking you to the Hamptons p>
June looked at the violent rain hammering the garage entrance. Then she looked at Silas’s steady, grounding eyes.
She didn’t argue. She nodded.
They walked together toward his black Range Rover, moving quickly through the dark, neither of them aware that they were driving straight into the most explosive collision of their lives.
The rain hammered against the windshield of Silas’s black Range Rover as it tore down the Long Island Expressway.
Inside the cabin, the atmosphere was tense but quiet. Silas drove with absolute, mechanical precision — hands steady, eyes fixed on the treacherous, flooded road. The physical steadiness he projected allowed June to lean her head against the cold glass and focus on slowing her heartbeat.
Thirty miles ahead, Cole’s Bentley had already breached the gates of the Hamptons estate.