Kingsley was pacing the room like a caged mad man. His fists clenched and unclenched at his sides. The air was thick with tension. His men were running back and forth, shouting into phones, trying to track the van, gather any bit of information.
Earlier,the few men who survived the ordeal had called him that they were ambushed on their way to Trevor's mansion. And Jasmine,Nicole and his infant baby were kidnapped. For a moment, he thought his world stopped and everything stopped moving.
He couldn't pick himself up again. A raw sense of anger and fear clouded him. He didn't need anyone to tell him that the people were Elite members. They all seemed to be everywhere, lurking in the shadows, looking for every chance to hurt Jasmine.
