James POV
The interior of the luxury RV was suffocating. Henrick paced the length of the aisle like a caged tiger, his jaw clenched so tight the muscles twitched under his skin.
Across from him, my assistant frantically handed me a cold bottle of water and an ice pack for my throbbing shoulder, while the driver kept glancing nervously into the rearview mirror, checking to make sure the angry girl with the purse wasn't somehow giving chase.
"Crazy fanatic idiots," the driver muttered under his breath, shaking his head as he navigated through the morning traffic. "Broad was swinging that purse like a wrecking ball."
Henrick stopped pacing, whirled around, and slammed his palm against the leather headrest.
"What the hell, James?!" Henrick roared, his face turning an alarming shade of cr
