Out Of Your League: The Lethal Ex-Wife

ll by the massive glass w

-baked valet area,

h rage, demanding to know where his driver was. Ivy stood

rrowed h

environment scanner. A pale blue grid o

ports... Analyzing vehicle dens

Erica's vision. The system calculated the physics

inutes. Target vehicle match: Black M

, mocking smile. She decided to gi

it the scorching asphalt. She walked straight toward Co

ck, his face twisting in disgust. He tho

ou got your money! Get out of here! Are you tryi

r arms over her chest. She tilted her head, l

r voice dropping into a raspy, theatrical

er. He raised his hand, ready

hand with such dead, freezing intensity that Colt

e lowered her voice to a

olten," she whispered, "do not take Fif

tersection. A heavy transport truck is going to lose its brake

d. Then, he threw his head back

elled, pointing at her face. "You're not just a

sneered, clinging to Colten's arm

and let them hang loosely at her sides.

. The black Maybach finally pulled into the

wanted to prove to this crazy

Erica heard every word. "And don't you dare slow down a

used, but he nodded an

o Erica, raised his hand, and flipped her a hard, aggressive

hot out of the hospital driveway, spee

ed taillights shrink in the distance. She glanced

counting dow

ine. E

. Two

crunch echoed across

d, followed instantly by the shrieking of

o the glass windows, pointing down the avenue. A thick plume of black

was a cold, sat

ing doors into the air-conditioned lobby. She needed

a young guy sitting in the corner. He was frantic

de the boy look up, stretching

footsteps were completely silent

d tapped him firml