HECTOR
“Lucas, this is serious. It’s been three f*****g weeks already and I need answers.” I gritted over the phone. “I need to know who sent me that damn letter. Don’t you get it? My woman’s life is in danger here.”
Lucas sighed heavily through the phone. “s**t, don’t you think I know that? I’m f*****g trying here.” He growled. “That person just didn’t seem to leave any clue behind and it’s pissing me the f**k off.”
It’s been three f*****g weeks! I feel useless being here and unable to solve anything.
Despite wanting to get inside my private jet and fly over to Georgia to beg for Rubi’s forgiveness, I’m f*****g stuck over here.
She might even think that I don’t care about her, that’s why I never followed her. She must be hating me with each passing day.
“Lucas.” I muttered, feelin
