—Alec—
Of all times to be stuck in traffic, it had to be tonight.
Suddenly, it seemed to move—only to freeze again.
“Damn it!” I snapped and raked my fingers through my hair. “I hate city traffic.”
Kyu-hun glanced through the tinted glass and checked his watch. “It’s not moving. We’ve got barely ten minutes.”
I cursed under my breath and pulled out my phone.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m calling my pilot. If the streets won’t move, the sky will.”
In a split second, I dialed the private helipad.
“This is Alec Rivera. Ready the Black Falcon. I need immediate lift.”
“Yes, sir.”
I ended the call and looked at Kyu-hun. “We’re going airborne.”
His eyes widened. “You’re bringing a chopper—right here?”
“Yep.”
“How will they find us?”
“GPS,” I replied. “My car and watch are traceable—st
