Chapter 32

As Mose stood frozen, eyes still on the trail of dust left by the black Ferrari, his fists clenched by his side, a sharp screech echoed in front of him.

A sleek black car halted just inches away, the passenger door flung open before he could even process what was happening.

He turned quickly, instinctively defensive, only to find the last person he expected. Ethan was behind the wheel, his expression unreadable but urgent.

Mose’s eyes narrowed. “What the hell are you ...