Aiden
I had planted men in every corner of Philadelphia. Every street, every bar, every high-end hotel, and even the underground networks—everywhere. My people were watching, waiting, listening for any whisper of Kendrick’s name.
I didn’t care how long it took.
I didn’t care how much money I had to burn.
I was going to find him.
And I was going to take Kimberly back.
Days passed with no leads. Every night, frustration clawed at me like a rabid beast, threatening to consume me whole. I barely slept, barely ate.
The only thing that kept me going was the image of her—the girl I had lost, the girl I refused to lose again.
Kendrick was smart. I knew that much. He was covering his tracks, erasing his presence so thoroughly that it was almost as if he had never stepped foot in Philadelph
