*
Aiden sat quietly in the car and watched the motel with his eyes narrowed. The pounding of blood in his ears was deafening, and his grip tightened around the steering wheel. His breaths were slow and shallow, and his eyes never left the door.
2C.
He had sat there and waited for over two hours, barely noticing any sign of life. The curtains were drawn shut, the door hadn’t moved since he arrived, and except for the droning of the cars as they drove past, there was nothing else to hear.
He wanted to barge in and face Christian straight away, but caution told him that would be illogical. For all he knew, Adel could be wrong, and he could be making the mistake of barging in on an innocent couple getting rough in the sheets.
As if he needed some other s**t to make him the topic of co
