Drogan's POV
I was fuming and felt my anger rising through the roof as I pulled the driver's shirt. He was terrified, and his hands were clammy when I touched them. ‘I don't even have your f*****g time,' I growled as I released the hold I had on his shirt and offered him my hand.
I said, "Give me the car key."
The driver didn't think twice, reaching deep into his pocket and passing the keys over. Without verbal exchange, I got into the car and started the engine. The walk back to Oakwood felt tiresome, but my thoughts were not on my weariness but on what had transpired the previous few days.
Several hours later, I was on the outskirts of Oakwood. I stopped on the roadside to avoid drawing attention to them and changed my clothes quickly; the old clothes joined the rest in the
