Jake quickly hands me another one, so I continue filling out the paperwork.
"What the f**k?" he roars, his voice crackling through the speaker, grating on my f*****g nerves.
"She's fine now that she's in the right hands. Had to abandon her phone since the motherfucker was tracking it, so I'm getting her a new one today."
"I-Is she there?" he growls. "We've spoken so many times. Why the hell didn't she tell me? I would've killed him a long time ago."
"Nah, she's back at my place resting, but I'll have her call you back from her phone when I get back."
He grunts. "Good. We have a lot of f*****g talking to do."
A surge of protectiveness rises within me. "Gray, you can't just bombard her with questions like that. It took me a long time to get her to talk to me. She's not just going to op
