(AURIANNA'S POV)
My hands grip the steering wheel so hard my knuckles ache. The tires screech as I take another sharp turn, the car engine growling like it's pissed at me for pushing it this hard. I don't give a damn. My eyes keep flicking between the road and the small screen on my dashboard, the blinking red dot guiding me to Zayne's location.
"Come on, Zayne," I mutter under my breath. "Please be okay."
My heart's pounding like a drum in my chest. I can feel the adrenaline thrumming under my skin-that familiar buzz right before s**t hits the fan.
Every red light that stops me, feels like a personal attack, pissing me the f**k off because every passing second I waste could be putting that bastard's life in danger.
The red dot leads me to a narrow street lined with old apartment comp
