Chapter 25
THE DRIVE TO HER
Alexander's POV
The road stretched before me in a blur of wet asphalt and passing headlights. Ruger drove in his usual calm manner, eyes on the road, and hands steady on the wheel. I, on the other hand, sat quite still, my thoughts swirling just like the storm clouds gathering above.
The faint hum of the car engine was the only sound I could decipher at first–until that damn song came on.
Some slow, very miserable tune about heartbreak and lost chances. The kind that sounded like it was written by some dude sitting in the rain, clutching and empty wine glass and regretting every decision of his life.
I sighed, running a hand across my face. "Ruger," I muttered in a low and tired voice, "change that. Please."
"Yes sir."
He pressed a button, the another
