C147 Mr. Blackwell’s POV: under siege.

The car raced down the street, swerving through traffic as my driver drove like a madman following my frantic orders, fury lacing my voice.

“Faster!” I yelled. “Drive like your life depends on it—because it does!”

My fists clenched where they rested on my thighs. The leather seat beneath me squeaked from the force of my tension. I was a storm, ready to rip apart the sky