Chapter 142

Raya

It wasn't until we got back into Maxwell's car, Kyle in my arms about two hours later, that I realized I had just faced the man that made me the weak, vulnerable person I was today.

I had slapped his face, stabbed his thighs...

The thought of it had my hands shaking almost immediately.

"Raya, relax; the adrenaline is just rushing in because you both are safe," Maxwell said as he covered me with the blanket he had gotten from the police, and he winced at the pain the movement caused him.

F*ck, I had been so caught up in myself, I forgot that he had faced four men all on his own too.

If anything, he had done all the work.

"Are you okay?" I asked, and he nodded, leaning back again in his seat.

"We have to go get Kyle checked; I think he was drugged."

I agreed to that because even now, he was still sleeping.

God, I couldn't believe I had almost lost him.

"Come here." I went into the arms of Maxwell at the back where we were seated, and Ryan ignored us while he dr