Chapter Three “You need to keep your wits about you, Griffin,” Xavier growled in disgust. “I’m doing all I can, and I expected you at the condo hours ago.”“Give me one good reason I should trust you,” Griffin challenged the other man.“Where the hell is this attitude coming from, Griff?”“Someone set me up; you don’t know who. Victoria just happened to be the closest place for me to run for help. There was a tracking device placed on her car; a black SUV tried to force us off the road. You let someone get close enough to do that, Xavier, and I swear I will come after you and hold you accountable if even one hair on my wife’s head is harmed.”“She isn’t your wife; she divorced you.”“Which is your damned fault,” Griffin accused. He ended the call and when it rang again, he didn’t answer; instead he turned off the phone and threw it in the trash can. “Hurry up, Victoria,” he ordered sharply, rapping on the door. “We need to get the hell out of here.” He heard the water shut off immediately.“What’s wrong?”
