Chapter 617

Almost without thinking, Benjamin Cross moved to shield Leslie Green in his arms. But Leslie reacted even faster—before he could act, she had already pulled Broderick Ackerley protectively into her own embrace. "Down, Broderick." Gunfire suddenly erupted in a fierce volley. Up front, Connor Finch remained focused on driving. Benjamin quickly leaped forward, grabbed the steering wheel, and barked out orders. "Follow my lead. Hit the gas—floor it!" Benjamin's movements were sharp, seamless—there was no way he was just some average guy. Leslie glanced back. Another car was tailing them relentlessly. Her eyes grew cold. Reginald Ackerley must really be losing it. On a day meant for reuniting with her family, and he still chose to stir things up? Was he that eager to get himself killed? She hardened her gaze. “Slow down.” “But, Leslie—they have guns!” “I know. I’ll get out. You guys keep going." “No way!” Broderick and Benjamin shouted in sync. “I said slow down.” Connor instinctively eased