Khalid's POV
I was dressing up when a message popped on the screen of my phone, still buttoning my shirt. I stared at it before striding to the nightstand where I kept it.
Picking up, I unlocked my phone, and the message popped out.
Clicking on it, my nose pinched up before my eyebrow deepened in nosiness.
"Hey, buddy, we saw online a video of your mate, Davis, and two guys driving down to Texas,"
"Texas," lifting my gaze, I muffled.
Did she go that far just to avoid me?
I quickly dialed Drago's number, and he picked up the second ring.
"Hey!, Buddy, I guess that you got the message," he said from the other end.
"Yeah! I even saw the video, trace down those guys," I authorized.
"Why! Is it better that we go down to Texas than waste more time?" He suggested
