Virexol-9

♤Adrian♤ I glanced in the rearview mirror, turning into a side street as I put Axel on call. He picked up almost immediately. “Send some men to the hospital to protect my wife. A couple of cars are tailing me, and I’ve got a bad feeling she’s not safe,” I said, my grip tightening on the steering wheel.  I sped up, eyes flicking between the road and the mirror as one of the black vans attempted to overtake me. I quickly swerved into its lane, narrowly avoiding a collision. “Goddamn it,” I muttered under my breath. “Yes, sir. Do you need backup?” Axel’s voice carried a note of urgency. “Go get my fucking wife,” I snapped before ending the call. These bastards timed this too perfectly. I didn’t know why they were following me, but something felt off—seriously off. And knowing Astrid was alone at the hospital made it worse.  Her breakfast still sat on the back seat, untouched. I’d planned to deliver it, but then I noticed the cars tailing me. I slammed on the brakes, then refocused. I knew