Blake? What the hell?
“Huh?” I typed back, angry yet confused. Turn what car? This one?
“Tell Nick to turn my car around, you are needed at the manor. Where you are headed to is a trap. I will not repeat myself again.” His reply came in faster than I expected and he said nothing more.
I took a deep breath, preventing the unwilling spiral that erupted from my guts. I am slowly losing my mind, my sanity, my strength and soon, maybe my life.
“Hey Nick,” I coughed, trying to figure out things for myself.
“Yes ma’am,” Nick answered promptly. Such respectful boy. I wished I f****d him instead of his stupid boss.
“Can this car be tracked?” I asked straight up. No need to beat about the bush with this. It’s a glaring reality, my life is already f****d up.
“Yes, the Rutherfords can track
