Divorce Has Never Felt This Good

Before Becky could ask what was going on, Bowman suddenly said, “Miss Casper, Miss Murray, I’m sorry. It seems the car has broken down.”

“Oh, I see,” Becky answered. It was too stuffy in the car, so she opened the door and got out. While standing outside, Bowman made a call to ask for help.

Talia got out of the car, too, and looked worried. “Miss Ramos?”

Becky looked at her and smiled faintly. “Don’t worry. In a society ruled by law, Robbie won’t dare to do anything to hurt us.”

However, as soon as Becky finished speaking, the sound of an engine roaring echoed in their ears and the smile on her face faded. When she looked up, she saw several motorbikes approaching.

Their headlights were so bright that Becky had to raise her hand to protect her eyes. One of the motorcycles skidded to a halt in front of her. “Miss, you look like you could use some help.”

The man looked tough, with a loose leather jacket and leather jeans. A colorful tattoo dominated his neck, and he had a particularly intimidating beard.

As soon as he finished speaking, several other motorcycles stopped, surrounding Becky and Talia.

Talia stepped in front of Becky protectively. She locked eyes with the man and said coldly, “No, thanks.”

The man suddenly bared his teeth. “I wasn’t talking to you.”

Becky pulled Talia aside and smiled at the man amicably. “I want to go to the police station. Will you please take me there?”

“Of course!” The man lowered his head and lit a cigarette. Squinting at Becky, he added, “To hell with the police station. I can go wherever you want.”

The smile on Becky’s face faded. “I called the police just now.”

“What? That’s funny. We were just trying to help you. There’s no need to call the police. What’re you going to tell them? That a man with a tattoo tried to help you?”

Just then, Bowman got off the phone. He walked over and shouted angrily, “Who the hell are you?”

“Fuck off! This has nothing to do with you!”

Bowman didn’t shrink away. He stood in front of Becky, but two men got off their motorcycles and pushed him away.

The man in the lead got off his motorcycle and strode straight to Becky. “How about we get a midnight snack? There’s nothing to be afraid of. I’m not a bad guy.”

The man paused for a while and added, “It doesn’t matter if you don’t want to. Your friend might not be able to stand the cold out here.”

soon as Becky got out of the car, she knew that they were in a remote area. Perhaps Bowman had chosen this route

she didn’t have the time to figure it out now. She and

and smiled again. “I’ll come with you, but

the moonlight, Becky’s smile made

skipped a beat. Cursing himself internally, he forced himself

looked at Becky

of his motorcycle, motioning

“Miss Ramos!”

couldn’t help but

and secretly wrote “911” on Talia’s palm

Becky meant, but she was still worried about her. They were vastly outnumbered, and there even was a traitor on their side. They had no idea where they were, and there didn’t seem to

circumstances, Talia knew that she

the tattooed man for now. However, she was Stevie’s only daughter. Before she and Talia came here, Stevie had repeatedly told Talia to protect

She couldn’t just sit back and watch Becky be taken away like

early meeting tomorrow.” Seeing the conflicted emotions in Talia’s eyes, Becky spoke

the man had already started the motorcycle. Soon, they all sped off into

BeforeBeckycouldaskwhatwasgoingon,Bowmansuddenlysaid,”MissCasper,MissMurray,I’msorry.Itseemsthecarhasbrokendown.”

“Oh,Isee,”Beckyanswered.Itwastoostuffyinthecar,sosheopenedthedoorandgotout.Whilestandingoutside,Bowmanmadeacalltoaskforhelp.

Taliagotoutofthecar,too,andlookedworried.”MissRamos?”

Beckylookedatherandsmiledfaintly.”Don’tworry.Inasocietyruledbylaw,Robbiewon’tdaretodoanythingtohurtus.”

However,assoonasBeckyfinishedspeaking,thesoundofanengineroaringechoedintheirearsandthesmileonherfacefaded.Whenshelookedup,shesawseveralmotorbikesapproaching.

TheirheadlightsweresobrightthatBeckyhadtoraiseherhandtoprotecthereyes.Oneofthemotorcyclesskiddedtoahaltinfrontofher.”Miss,youlooklikeyoucouldusesomehelp.”

Themanlookedtough,withalooseleatherjacketandleatherjeans.Acolorfultattoodominatedhisneck,andhehadaparticularlyintimidatingbeard.

Assoonashefinishedspeaking,severalothermotorcyclesstopped,surroundingBeckyandTalia.

TaliasteppedinfrontofBeckyprotectively.Shelockedeyeswiththemanandsaidcoldly,”No,thanks.”

Themansuddenlybaredhisteeth.”Iwasn’ttalkingtoyou.”

BeckypulledTaliaasideandsmiledatthemanamicably.”Iwanttogotothepolicestation.Willyoupleasetakemethere?”

“Ofcourse!”Themanloweredhisheadandlitacigarette.SquintingatBecky,headded,”Tohellwiththepolicestation.Icangowhereveryouwant.”

ThesmileonBecky’sfacefaded.”Icalledthepolicejustnow.”

“What?That’sfunny.Wewerejusttryingtohelpyou.There’snoneedtocallthepolice.What’reyougoingtotellthem?Thatamanwithatattootriedtohelpyou?”

Justthen,Bowmangotoffthephone.Hewalkedoverandshoutedangrily,”Whothehellareyou?”

“Fuckoff!Thishasnothingtodowithyou!”