“Please, stop! I need a ride to Velcro Street! Hey!” I cried, trying to hail a cab.
The cars sped off and my knees buckled as a sob escaped my lips.
After the call, I raced outside to get a cab, but because of the event, everywhere was booked and locked down.
Stupid event. Stupid Atlas.
I had to do something, I had to save my chi—
“Peekaboo? What are you doing here?”
I turned, my eyes locking with Atlas. I had never been so happy to see him. I scrambled to my feet but froze at his appearance.
Atlas’ suit jacket was gone, the scent of feminine perfume lingered on him and two scratch marks adorned his neck.
His top two buttons had been torn off and… was that red lipstick?
I shook my head. I didn’t have time to overanalyze Atlas Volkan. I had to save my kids.
“Your car! Whe
