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Fifty Five
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Oops, I Kissed My Villain Boss Fifty Eight
Florence's POV The pilot’s voice came over the intercom, announcing our initial descent into London. I looked out the window again as the plane began to slowly descend through the cloud layer. The city appeared below, a vast, sprawling map of countless tiny lights, soft and glowing against the dark earth. It didn’t look like the end of a nightmare, but it felt close enough.I leaned my head back against the seat and closed my eyes. For the first time in weeks, the constant, gnawing fear in my stomach was gone. In its place was a profound and simple fatigue.As my father drifted into a fitful sleep beside me and the steady hum of the jet engines filled the cabin, I whispered the words to myself, a quiet affirmation.“We made it.”The low, constant drone of the engines was the only sound. It wasn’t a peaceful quiet, but a drained one, the silence of people who have nothing left to say.Mira sat beside Ame’s stretcher, holding his hand. Her own hands were trembling. She kept whispering
Oops, I Kissed My Villain Boss Fifty Seven
Florence's POV The jet’s engines whined, then roared to life. The plane jerked forward, taxiing quickly toward the hangar’s open doors. Almost immediately, we heard the distinct thwack-thwack-thwack of bullets striking the fuselage. Mira gasped, flinching, and threw her body over her brother’s torso. Clara positioned herself in the aisle, shielding them both as best she could.Through a window, I saw Inspector Amish and his two men crouched behind a service vehicle, firing their handguns at the advancing figures in black. As our jet began to turn onto the runway, Amish looked up, saw us, and gave one sharp, final wave before ducking down as a hail of gunfire chewed up the concrete where he had been standing.Then the pilot pushed the throttles forward. The force of the acceleration pressed me back into my seat. The hangar and the figures outside blurred past, and with a final, bumping lurch, the wheels left the ground. We were airborne.I let out a shaky breath I didn’t realize I’d b
Oops, I Kissed My Villain Boss Fifty Six
Florence's POV The air seemed to solidify around us. My father’s words, “Give me up,” hung there, stark and impossible. Anthony didn’t let them settle.“No,” he snapped, his voice a low, sharp crack in the darkness. He turned and gripped my father’s arm. “You are not sacrificing yourself. Not after everything we went through to get you out.”My father’s face was etched with a deep exhaustion, but his eyes were clear and resolved. “Anthony, be logical. If they take me, their focus will be entirely on me. The rest of you can get to the plane and leave. It’s the only way.”“We are not discussing this,” Anthony cut him off, his tone leaving no room for argument. “You are coming with us. That is the end of the story.”Inspector Amish moved closer, keeping his body low behind the metal drum we were using for cover. He peered toward the lit hangar. “I count ten, possibly twelve of them. All armed with automatic rifles. The pilot is alive, but he is tied up in the cockpit. The longer we stan
Oops, I Kissed My Villain Boss Fifty Five
Florence's POV Anthony nodded. "You both have your entire lives ahead of you. Be smart. Keep your heads down. Don't draw attention to yourselves."Mira hesitated, wringing her hands. "We... we don't have much money. Just what the tribe could spare."Anthony's expression was grim but not unkind. "There is a small trust fund. It was set up under your parents' names after the accident. It's not a fortune, but it's enough to get you started. Use it, but use it quietly. Find a small place to live and stay out of sight for a while."He then reached into the inner pocket of his jacket and pulled out a plain, white business card. He handed it to Ame. "If you are ever in serious trouble—any kind of trouble—go to this address. Ask for Salim. Tell him Anthony sent you. He will help you."Ame took the card as if it were made of solid gold, holding it carefully between his thumb and forefinger. "Thank you, sir. For everything. For getting us out."I managed a smile. "Take care of your sister, Ame
Oops, I Kissed My Villain Boss Fifty Four
Florence's POV My eyes opened to a brown canvas ceiling. For one disorienting second, my mind was blank. The air carried the distinct smells of woodsmoke and unfamiliar spices. Then the memories returned in a violent rush: the gun in my face, the shattered gate, the exploding truck, the long walk through the cold desert. The escape.I sat up quickly, my heart hammering against my ribs. I was on a low, rough-woven mat on the sand floor of a large tent. Three tribal women were sitting nearby, folding blankets and speaking in low, melodic tones. My father was not with them. Anthony was gone, too.A sharp spike of panic drove me to my feet. I pushed aside the heavy woven curtain that served as a door and stepped out into the late afternoon. The sun was a huge, orange ball sitting on the horizon, casting long shadows across the dunes. The camp was a small cluster of brown tents. About fifty yards away, a group of men were gathered around a large, crackling fire. A big black pot hung over
Oops, I Kissed My Villain Boss Fifty Three
Florence's POV.Ame led us through a network of increasingly decrepit service tunnels. We turned corner after corner, passing steel doors streaked with rust, sections where the lights were completely shattered, and several times we had to press ourselves into deep shadows or hide behind large industrial containers as squads of armed soldiers, their focus on the distant south gate, ran past in the opposite direction. The sound of their pounding footsteps and shouted orders echoed around us.Finally, we pushed through a set of swinging double doors and emerged onto a metal gantry overlooking the loading bay.It was massive, a cavernous space the size of an aircraft hangar. The ceiling was high above, lost in shadows crisscrossed with steel girders and gantries. The air was thick with the smell of diesel fumes, grease, and dust. Dozens of large transport trucks were parked in rows, their trailers stamped with strange, geometric symbols I didn’t recognize. Forklifts stood silent and dorma
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