The cab driver was humming a familiar song as I hopped in and gave him the address. I knew I couldn’t run all the way back to the penthouse and with Brody, Mick and Charles already ahead of me, I knew I needed a quick ride there.
“So, you new to New York?” He asks and I fight the urge to tell him off and roll my eyes.
“No, I live here. Now please, step on it, it’s an emergency.” I state then sit back and pull my phone from my back pocket. I need to call Rand and tell him what I know. He answers immediately, sounding out of breath and worry struck me hard. “Rand?”
“It’s Bronson, I was on the phone with him and then suddenly it turned off. I heard what sounded like a scuffle, I’m on my way to him now but I’m in traffic, where are you?”