Chapter 142. Cookie

Maggie POV

“What?” spinning toward the driver, I say the first word I can think of, though I’m pretty sure I’d heard him correctly.

My new home?

He chuckles in that smirky way of his, nodding toward the ship. I follow his gesture and see a man walking toward us. “You’re his problem now,” the driver says.

When I turn back to him, he’s already walking down the busy pier.

“Come with me.”

I nearly jump at the other man’s gruff, low voice, and I turn again to look at him.

There’s no sign of a smirk on this man’s face, just impatience, settling into the lines of his jaw with a look that tells me I have seconds to decide what to do.

What choice do I have? I could run away and get lost into the cr