Stolen From My Ex, Claimed by his trillionaire uncle

er the roar of the flames, his face twisted into

button on the r

shrapnel. Kayden throws his body over mine, shoving me down into the leath

den roars at

windshield and pinging off the reinforced doors. Kayden's security team leaps out of the SUV

into his white Lamborghini. He peels out, speeding away into t

ulling me lower as another h

ick black smoke fills the backseat.

Kayden yells, grabbing my

rno, the flames licking at the dark sky. But I know my father.

voice suddenly dead calm. "Under t

out of his grip, throw the car door open

it!" Kayden r

even from a distance. I cover my nose and mouth with the torn

ing with fire. I navigate through the smoke, my eyes burning, my lungs screaming for air. I reach the w

father's birthday. The

chair, unconscious. The smoke must have go

ab him under the arms, trying to d

the hallway, a massiv

e warehouse. Salvatore Moretti. His bald head is gleaming with sweat, and the jagged scar on his f

tore rumbles. "I like that. I'm going

es the

Salvatore into the burning wall. They crash to the floor, trading brutal, bone-crus

ys across the burning floor. Kayden lets out a guttural roar of pain, but he doesn't let go. H

g.

his chest, his face twisting in fury. He glares at us, but the flames are getti

t with agony. His left arm is hanging useless

er his good shoulder. I grab Kayden

round us. We burst through the burning front do

dumps my father in the passenger s

Kayden screams

car screeches away from the bur

the gaping wound on Kayden's shoulder. He wince

ears streaming down my face.

ough his eyes are flutter

But we are only a few miles away when the driver suddenly slams

shattered windshield

ed and blue lights flashing against the night. Heavily armed officers are

nt of the barricade, hold

ing anymore.

You and my uncle are under arrest for the kidnapping of your father and the arson of t

ut he groans, his arm giving ou

e. I look at Faisal. And I re