The Getaway Novel Novels & Stories

Goodbye. She hit the button to turn her phone off. She had to get a burner as soon as possible – with a new number. The last thing she wanted was her father – or even Blake Dandridge finding a way to track her. Lacey approached the desk. “May I help you?” the black woman asked with a little smile. “Yes. I need a flight that’s leaving . . . within the next thirty minutes. I don’t care where. It can be Montana or Spain,” Lacey said bluntly.

“It was awe full, as usual, doing business with you Tony. But it’s time for me to go. And, just so you know exactly who has the power here, if you lap dogs leave a mark on me, I won’t supply you anymore. Have a nice evening. But, I hope, you fall, in a ditch.” “Now!” He booms. The men all lunge towards me. Good thing a know this building inside out and back to front. I simply jump out the window. I land on the balcony a level down. My feet tingle on impact. I break the glass and climb through that window. Once I’m back inside, I run through the empty trade floor and sprint down to the underground level. Once there a take my pick of the cars. Tony’s shiny black Audi is sitting unprotected. I

"How is he getting away with all of this?" Leo sat up straighter, water sloshing slightly around us. "Connections. Politicians. Private security firms. Dirty cops. He's not working alone." I narrowed my eyes. "Where did all of this information come from suddenly?" "That’s what I’m trying to figure out. Someone on the inside leaked it to one of our allies. The evidence was collected while I was missing." "Where were you? All this time?" He was quiet for a moment. Then he pulled me tighter into his chest. "They kept us in an old estate near the border. No windows. No service. I had no way to get out until three days ago. That’s when I escaped."

---------- In the bustling city somewhere in America, Phoebe is seated inside the Starbucks quietly enjoying her coffee. "Have you heard? The Beischel's Heiress is actually the reason why the well known Nikholas Fairbourne suddenly disappeared." Phoebe was about to take a sip in her cappuccino when a woman's voice from the table behind her stopped her midway. With the mention of that familiar name, her heart actually beat erratically. "What do you mean?" another woman's voice. "Well, can you believe it? He was actually engaged with the young Beischel, but the heiress suddenly ran away. He must've been so heartbroken and humiliated that he hid from public." the first one once again gossiped.

A getaway ride was a getaway ride. "Get in!" I shoved Stacy onto the back seat and dove in right behind her, slamming the door shut right as three rounds slammed into the metal doorframe. Bright slammed his foot on the gas, the engine roaring like a beast outta a cage. The tires caught traction, kicking up gravel and smoke as we rocketed out the alley. I whipped my head around to look out the back glass. Gabriel’s goons were already piling into a heavy-duty SUV, flicking their high beams on, riding our bumper like a bat out of hell.

Since she has nothing to do while she has no work, she made herself occupied through writing. Mrs. Johnson was delighted that Harvey has a special place in Sam’s heart. She glanced at the book and saw the title. ‘THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY’ ------------ THE END -----------

The moment they stepped into the hallway, gunfire erupted. Lena ducked, firing back. Damien took down two men. Noah shot a third. Evelyn’s voice came through. “Alleyway is clear. Move now.” They sprinted through the corridors. A guard lunged at Lena. She spun, elbowing him in the throat. He collapsed. They burst through the back door. Evelyn waited in the getaway car. They piled in. Tires squealed as they took off. At the safe house, they gathered around the laptop.

Since there was no soft copy evidence, he needed to stay vigilant. "You must have read the text, then," Adrian said, his eyes narrowing. "What was the context?" Just as Ashley parted her lips to speak, reality hit him like a ton of bricks. He was trespassing – a grave offense. His breath hitched in his throat. Before he could recover from the shock, a black BMW pulled over beside them. Allan stepped out, his presence raising more questions than answers. What was he doing here? Why were Allan and Ashley in the forbidden territory? And why were they right where he was supposed to be solving Irish's kidnapping case?

Alex offered me an escape - and the moment I made the commitment to go, I realized just how perfect that escape would be. I'd be escaping the rumors and busybodies, of course, as well as my well-meaning mom. But this impromptu trip will also get me away from my normal life for a bit, something I didn't realize I so desperately needed until the opportunity was right in front of me. I mean, this breakup has turned my entire life upside-down - a fact that's still sinking in - and I need to take some power back. I was about to get married. Commit the rest of my life to someone else. Now I'm free. I want to live it up. Do something crazy. Embrace the unknown. And what better place to do that than

The vow she’d made in the cold, fog-gray bathroom had settled in her bones. He will never know you. It was a promise that had solidified the ice. The hysterical, broken woman who had sobbed on the bathroom floor was gone, frozen out. In her place was a new, cold, calculating intelligence. She was no longer a victim. She was a fugitive. And she was a mother. Her mission was singular: the Swiss passbook. It was her grandmother's gift, her one and only chance. It was locked in a safe deposit box at a small, boutique bank on the Upper East Side—a bank she’d chosen precisely because it wasn't a Vale or Cross institution.