Chapter 63- You’re a freak
The motorcycle roared as it shot up the overpass, weaving through traffic like a phantom. When they dropped down onto a side road, Janet glanced back—
the red Ferrari that had been tailing them was nowhere in sight.
Manfred didn’t slow down. In fact, the bike only picked up more speed. Janet, clutching him tightly, shouted something into the wind, unsure if he heard her. With a sharp turn, they veered off into a narrow path. When the bike finally skidded to a stop, the vast ocean stretched out before them, waves crashing violently against the shore.
Janet could barely stand when Manfred lifted her off the bike. Her legs buckled as soon as they touched the ground.
"You should have more faith in my skills. I’m a racing legend, after all," Manfred said with a grin, helping her sit on a rock by the shore.
Her face was pale as paper, her long, silky hair a tangled mess in the sea breeze. Manfred reached out gently, tucking the loose strands behind her ear. When she curled up, shivering with her arms around herself, he leaned back against her and let his body warmth wrap around her.
For the first time in what felt like forever, Janet’s heart began to thaw.
"Thank you..." she murmured, still unsure who those people were. But she had her suspicions. Charles had warned her never to trust strangers. And those men... They’d definitely come for her.
"It’s been a while, Janet," Manfred said softly, tilting his head against her back. "And yet, you still manage to surprise me."
The salty breeze carried the faint scent of her perfume, igniting something strange and primal in his chest.
"What about Peggy and August? Why are you the only one here?" Janet finally asked, her voice barely louder than the waves. In the chaos, she had only seen Manfred. Was it a coincidence? Or had he come here on purpose?