Chapter Hundred and Twenty-Two
Though he was waiting for the location to be sent, he couldn't stay still in his room. He wanted to see her. He wanted to make sure she was okay and resting.
He sighed, what was happening to him? Was scaring him not enough? She was okay now and all stitched up, why was he still worried?
A location ping. One of the men had followed a suspect who had fled the scene and was reporting it to him.
Good.
He typed a message back: "Bring him to me. Alive."
He tossed the phone in the car seat and stared ahead, his expression cold, and dangerous.
The black interior of the car felt too bright, though it wasn't. He closed his eyes for a bit and was met with the girl on the bed with bandages around her shoulder.
"Idiot," he muttered to himself, eyes narrowing. "She was your responsibility." it was going to gnaw at him until God knew when.
