LONDON

 

 

 

Everything was intense around here. My heart raced. I felt like I would suffer from a heart attack at a young age if I stayed longer in this place while Striker seemed relaxed in his seat.

“Why? What’s wrong?” My senses heightened as I asked Reed.

“Use the back door if something happens.” He rushed to get out of the coffee shop and approached the black SUV. 

When Striker rose to his feet, I held him on the wrist. “Don’t go out there.”

“I’ll be fine.”

“No, Cade. Sit down, or I’m coming with you.”

“Alright.” He went back to his seat. “You’re bossy even not in bed.”

“Stop...