Chapter 88: + - 88+
Jael immediately whipped his phone, taking the book with him as he deserted the room he had broken into.
He harmlessly closed the ruined door as he gave orders to the men, striding down the hallway.
There was no time to go back to the auto repair shop so he would have his men bring Drew down to the Pack house.
The men moved quickly, and in no time he was getting a call.
"... Let go... fuck! Don’t fucking touch me..."
He could hear Drew freaking out the moment the call connected.
"Calm down, it’s just going to be a short drive." He spoke calmly.
That silenced the mechanic, and Jael could picture his eyes widening in realization.
"You." The accusation was spoken with a finality. "What the fuck do you want?"
"Answers. I said this before," Jael went on, completely unflappable.
There was still a possibility that he had grabbed the wrong person and Drew had nothing to do with the accident.