JADEN.
The moment I got the necessary information I needed about where my men had found her, I nearly committed mass murder.
How did they f*****g miss it? How did they not know she was in a city that was barely four hours away?
Five f*****g years.
I paid professionals. The best. Men who could find ghosts if I asked them to. And somehow, it still took them five whole years to find a woman who was just almost next door?
Fuck.
I wanted to put a bullet through every one of them.
By the time I left my son's party, my pulse was pounding so hard I could barely think.
I didn’t pack a bag. I didn’t even f*****g breathe. I took my private jet, and in less than an hour, I was already in Ithaca.
The drive from the airstrip to the address was… chaos.
The neighborhood looked like a graveyard f
