Outside, Jordan sprinted to his motorcycle, cursing fluently as he strapped on his helmet. "A f*****g extraction? At Xavier's?" he growled, gunning the engine. "What the hell are you playing at, Roberto?"
The bike roared to life, tires squealing as he peeled out of the parking lot. He weaved through traffic recklessly, earning honks and gestures from other drivers that he cheerfully returned with his middle finger.
"Every goddamn second matters," he muttered to himself, taking a corner so sharply his knee nearly scraped the pavement. "Victor's gonna flip his s**t when he hears this."
He pressed the Bluetooth button on his helmet. "Call Victor," he commanded.
No answer.
"f**k!" Jordan yelled into his helmet, trying again with the same result. Either Victor wasn't answering or the signa
