"Plan failed. Xavier took that b***h and left."
When Bonnie received Joyce's message, her face twisted with rage as she hurled her wine glass against the wall. Leaning against the balcony railing, she took a deep drag from her cigarette, her eyes cold as she replied, "Doesn't matter. I have other plans."
She exhaled a plume of smoke that dissipated into the night air.
"Brother, go to hell with your whore."
Out at sea, the strange noises from the helicopter's rotor connection grew louder.
Xavier's brow furrowed as he moved closer to the cockpit, quickly scanning the instrument panel. "Rotor jam?"
An urgent alarm blared, and warning lights flashed incessantly, tension filling the cramped space.
"Looks like it!" Evan gripped the control stick, sweat beading on his forehead.
"Damn, Bon
