JORDAN
The next few hours passed by with I, Aiden and Alden chasing after the men who hurt my wife. They were smart and had dumped the sports car after, but the chase continued. I wasn’t going to let them get away.
“Are you really not going to call the cops?” Aiden asked me for the third time and I glared at him.
“No.” I answered. So far, they’ve been useless with the case and I had let things slide, which resulted in why Genesis was laying down on my bed, bruised. I was going to handle it myself, my way and without interruption. Aiden’s phone beeped right after and I turned to him.
“He found them.”
“They are in a jet hanger.” He announced. If he thought that he was going to get away, he was joking. I slammed at the accelerator and held tightly to the wheel. The drive was rough, fast
