Cassidy’s POV
Archer sped from warehouses, grappling with the steering wheel, trying to avoid the never ending holes that littered our path. I sat rigidly in my seat, fighting the ever growing panic as the warehouse and Wade disappeared behind us. I should have fought harder, forced Archer to let me go so that I could go back and help.
My stomach churned, what if that bodyguard guy overpowered him, what if he was killed! Would Mr Jones protect his son? Everything he had said in there made me think that no, he wouldn’t, he would throw his own son in front of himself to protect his skin.
‘He’ll be OK beautiful’ Archer murmured, his eyes fixated on the road and the few feet that we could make out in the darkness from the car’s headlights.
I nodded numbly, gripping onto his words like a li
