Ava's POV

I kept on telling the cab driver to speed up down the road well, more like screaming at him. I didn't really know what matter was, but the phone call gave a hint.

Ray's tone during that call had an underlying distress, coupled with controlled anger. Bryson didn't sound any different, if anything he was more enraged than his brother. Undeniably, something had clearly upset them, and I knew somehow I was involved.

Ray had never raised his voice as he did, hell he had never commanded or ordered me around in that manner. If anything, his grim and serious tone made me want to fly and get...