ROY’S POV.While in the car, I kept my eyes on the road…….on the curve of it, on the streetlights sliding past the windshield……..because if I let myself look anywhere else, my mind would start replaying every second I’d ever lost to Marco.I gripped the steering wheel until my knuckles ached.Nayla’s face flashed in my head…,… her pleading eyes, trying to hold me back with tears and love. And my chest tightened with the kind of guilt that didn’t know how to soften.But I couldn’t go back.Not now.Not after everything.I pulled out my phone and dialed Mr. Mills number again.My jaw clenched.Tell me where you are.” I said, my voice serious.“Not far,” Mr. Mills answered. “Check your phone, I already sent you my location,” Mills said.“Alright, I am on my way…..we need to plan, I need to get to those idiotic fools as fast as possible,” I said, my anger boiling inside me.“You’ll get that,” Mr. Mills said. “But Roy…….keep your head high. Marco’s men aren’t sloppy. They’re hungry.”Hungr
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