When I heard about Pepper, my breath came out in a harsh exhale. My anger level skyrocketed, and I could feel a nerve about to burst out from my temple.
I'm gonna kill that bastard. Travis Sweden, you're as good as dead to me.
I drove my car and rushed towards SUBA.
Becca was at the entrance gate, holding halfway unconscious Pepper. I got out of the car and carried Pepper in my arms. "Pep, don't worry. You're gonna be fine." I consoled her as I put her in the backseat. I fastened her seatbelt, but it wasn't enough.
I came out of my car and approached Becca.
I tightly grabbed her arms, "Where the f**k is Travis?" I tighten my grasp more aggressively, "Where is that son of a bastard?" My voice was loud enough to scare street dogs.
"I—" Her voice came out low, "took care of him."
My n
