My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 553

Before the words were even out of his mouth, the man took a heavy kick right in the stomach.

A voice, low and simmering with anger, barked, “Get lost!”

He cried out in pain, flying backwards a good six or seven feet.

Emily Blair was still being held by the back of her neck. Dizzy and disoriented, she stumbled in the direction the attacker had come from, dragged along in his grip.

A large hand, rough and unyielding, suddenly closed around her waist, yanking her upright with force that brooked no argument.

The world spun wildly before Emily’s eyes, making her squeeze them shut. When she dared open them again, all she saw was black.

It was Andrew Lane’s black suit, right in front of her.

Shakily, Emily tried to clear her head. She reached up, grabbing a fistful of fabric.

“Emily Blair.”

Someone was calling her name.

She blinked up at the man before her, eyelids heavy, gaze unfocused. “Who are you? Can you take me home, please?”

Without warning, she buried her head in his chest, her arms winding around him like tentacles, cheek pressed against his shirt.

“Please take me out of here. My head’s spinning…”

Andrew Lane’s voice was taut, clipped with anger and restraint. “Emily Blair, do you even know who I am?”

She frowned, impatient, and smacked his back with her palm. “Stop talking so much. Didn’t you just say you were taking me to a hotel?”

Behind them, the man who’d been kicked was struggling to his feet, still pale with fear of Andrew but suddenly brightening at Emily’s words.

“You’ve got the wrong guy! It’s me—I'm right behind you. I’ll take you to the hotel.”

His tone dripped with false sweetness, eyes glued greedily to Emily’s delicate profile as he swallowed hard.

Andrew Lane pressed Emily’s head back to his chest, not letting her turn around, his gaze dark and dangerous as he stared down the other man—a panther in midnight, waiting to strike.

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