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Taking out my headphones, I looked in the review mirror to see Donovan.

“Sorry, I fell asleep,” I said.

“Someone is following us,” he said. His knuckles were white where he held the steering wheel.

I sat up straight and turned, trying to find the car.

“Three cars back there is a white sedan. One car back and two rows over, there’s a blue sedan,” Donovan said as he checked his side mirrors.

“How far away are we from Harper’s school?” I asked. How long had I slept? It felt like both an hour and a minute.

“We’re in Long Island City. We haven’t made it to the bridge,” Donovan said. He pulled up his phone and shot off a text. “I let the guys know what was happening. Enzo is in a meeting and might not have his phone on him. The guys will update him.”

My heart was pounding. It was happening again. I could play the break-in as a random act and the yacht attack as someone out to get Enzo. But it was just me in the car. The only thing that tied all three attacks together was me.

“Someone is after me,” I whispered, panic rising.

“Hold on,” Donovan said. The car launched forward. He turned the wheel hard to the right, the tires screeching as we narrowly missed an oncoming car and went down a side street.

Hands shaking, I found Enzo’s number and dialed. He always answers when I call. I didn’t care if he was meeting with the president of a foreign country. I was calling him until he answered.

It barely rang once before he answered.

“Amore,” Enzo said. “I-“

“We’re being chased,” I said in a strangled voice, fear bleeding into every word. “They’re going to get me this time. They’re going to get Harper.”

My baby. What if they already had her?

“I won’t let them have you or Harper,” he snarled. “Donovan knows what he’s doing. He was trained for this. I have men getting Harper right now.”

Those words should have reassured me, but all I could feel was cold fear rushing through me.

The car jerked. My head hit the window. Pain blossomed at my temple.

“They hit us,” I said, closing my eyes, rubbing my head, and taking calm breaths.

It didn’t work.

We were rammed from behind again, the hit on the side—the car tilting with the impact.

“Hold on,” Donovan said as the car righted itself.

“I’m scared,” I whispered into the phone.

“You’ll be okay. Harper needs her mom, Serena. Focus on getting safe and coming home to us,” Enzo said, his voice calm. I tried to absorb his calmness through the phone, but it didn’t work.

My head jolted back, my body slamming into the door as we were hit from the side and the back.

I screamed in terror, grabbing the handle above my head to stay in my seat.

“Put him on speaker,” Donovan ordered, his shoulders relaxed, hands steady on the wheel. Hands shaking, I missed the button twice before hitting the icon.

“Speaker!” I yelled. It was hard to think through the adrenaline spike.

Donovan said in a clear voice, “We’re passing thirty-first and forty-seventh. Two cars are making contact. No license plate.”

A car crashed into our side, my passenger door bending with a loud screech. My phone flew out of my hand.