Evan’s POV

*Earlier in Brooklyn* 12:10pm

“Son, we cannot seem to have an exact location on Jasmine. We tried tracking her cell phone but we lost the connection,” my father explained on the other end of the phone.

I was already settled in my private jet, EJ next to me.

′Zenia!′ I thought and dialed her number.

"Hello."

“Zen. It’s Evan. I need Jasmine’s exact address.”

"I can’t provide you with such.”

“Zenia please! I need to get to your sister as soon as possible!” I begged.

"I swore to secrecy. I’ll be betraying Jasmine if I tell you.”

I knew at this point, she wasn’t going to give me...