Chapter Thirty One
Rigs blew out a heavy breath as his car turned towards the private road leading the The Chief’s mansion. His brows furrowed as he tried to drive slower while glancing at Kurt who was getting himself ready to execute their plan.
“You sure this would work?” Rigs asked before he focused his gaze on the road.
Kurt let his head fall against the seat. “Yeah. Maybe.”
“f*****g maybe, man.” Rigs clenched his jaw as his grip on the stirring wheel tightened.
“Let’s just trust each other, and Hadie.”
Yeah, right. As if he’s got a choice but to trust the witch they’re about to rescue from a devil’s pit. He let out another heavy breath before he cracked his knuckles. “Got everything you need?”
Kurt slightly nodded his head. “Yeah, but it was just enough for a weaker version of
