The federal agents had already caught a whiff of David thanks to their trustworthy sources and combined help from Michael Specter. Layla clung to Michael when he was about to enter the car.
"Pl-Please, there's no need for you to intervene; they are capable enough, and I don't want you to put yourself in danger for the umpteenth time," her voice quivered. Burying her face over his chest, she felt so safe and at home, and she wasn't ready to let go of him.
Michael hugged her tightly, pressing her against the car, and she sucked in a deep breath. The agents and cops nearby soon averted their gazes when Michael shot them a stare. His hands left a trail down her back, and she flinched when Michael delved deep into her lips without any invitation.
