QUINN
Morrison quickly placed a call, and minutes later, a car pulled up.
I thought to myself, this wasn’t the man I walked away from years ago. That version of Morrison didn’t command influence or move like the world adjusted for him.
He had men at his call and beckon, controlling and dishing out orders. The aura was intimidating to a fault.
Little wonder Jasper was running crazy each time he saw his face.
I hopped into the car with him. I didn’t know where we were headed, but I followed, not because I trusted him, but because I had no better options.
As I sat in the back seat of the tinted glass SUV, the city moved past in blurred light and shadows, just like everything else in my life right now.
I racked my head over the activities of the past days. My divorce, Seraphina’s pregna
