THE BILLIONAIRE’S UNWANTED HEIR.
"The turbine engines are starting! If you get close to the stern, the propellers will pull you under! We have to get to the wooden pylons!"
He dragged me toward a half-submerged row of old wooden pillars near the edge of the ruined warehouse. We scrambled onto a narrow, slimy timber ledge, our bodies shivering violently as the massive cargo ship began to back out into the main channel, its wake creating massive waves that slammed against our legs.
I fell to my knees on the wet timber, my hands clutching my stomach. The panic was a living thing inside me. "The frequency, Alex... Logan still has the stabilizer receiver. My stomach... it's cramping again."