Osborne
I woke up feeling drained from the non-stop s*x yesterday and all through the night. I wondered how Aina was holding up. The way she was sleeping beside me said it all. I chuckled softly, brushing her hair away from her face as her chest rose and fell steadily.
Then my phone lit up on the bedside table. Groaning quietly, I reached for it, hoping desperately it wasn't work-I had just gotten back. Seeing Dylan's name flash on the screen made me curious. Why would he be calling so early?
I answered with a low, tired "Hello." He didn't waste a second. "Hey Osborne, sorry for the early call, but I need a bit of help."
That caught my attention. Dylan rarely asked for favors unless it was serious. "Go on," I said, voice steady.
"There's been a kidnapping-Bella's been taken," he sai
