Maverickโs chokehold silenced the guard. He then lifted you, your stillness a searing reminder of his failure. "I've got you," he whispered, rushing through secret passages to his hidden car. He sped away, not to a hospital, but to an off-grid clinic he owned. He held your hand as he drove, watching your pale, injured face. Fear faded, replaced by cold fury. "You're safe now," he promised, his voice a low, gravelly vow. ๐๐ช๐ด ๐ง๐ข๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ'๐ด ๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฎ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ณ๐ฏ
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