Ray POV
I told Troy to drive faster through the congested traffic of Los Angeles, and after enough scolding, Troy became so exasperated that he asked, "Sir, have you called Mrs. Gatlin yet? Why are you in such a hurry when Amara said that she didn't seem scared or panicked?"
"I tried calling her, but she rejected all my calls. Now drive faster! I don't want anything bad happening to my woman!" I yelled as my eyes stayed on the road.
I could've driven the car myself, of course. But in my current state, I would've probably crashed into another car because my heart and mind were in chaos.
In the end, Troy drove as fast as he could through downtown Los Angeles.
Once the car entered the parking lot, I told him to stop right in front of the elevator and rushed out.
"Come on, you bastard. Go up faster!" I muttered as the VIP elevator whooshed through the floors toward the penthouse.
And once I reached the penthouse door, I unlocked it and slammed it open.
"CLAUDIA!"
