Jack’s POV
The city blurred around me as I pushed the car to its limits, weaving through traffic like a man possessed. My heartbeat thundered in my ears, louder than the hum of the engine beneath me. Every fiber of my being was focused on one thing: getting there in time. My hands clenched the wheel so tightly my knuckles were bone-white, and my arms burned with tension. The buildings streaked past in a haze of glass and steel, but I barely registered them. All that mattered was the road ahead.
Margaret’s voice still rang in my head, cold and calculated, each word slicing into me like a blade.
"If Dorsey says anything incriminating about me, you’ll never see Rose alive again."
Her threat echoed relentlessly, gnawing at my resolve. It wasn’t just her words—it was the way she said it
