Throughout the ride, his phone had rung constantly seven, maybe eight times. Each time, the sharp sound made her flinch.
The ninth call came.
He answered, his voice calm at first but it shifted abruptly.
"Who the fuck was it?" he growled.
Charlotte recoiled, shrinking back instinctively as she dared a glance at him through her lashes.
He looked furious.
"Carlo? That bastard…" he ground out under his breath.
"Keep him in the warehouse. I'll be there in a few hours," Gérard added coldly before ending the call.
Whoever Carlo was… he had clearly pushed Alpha Gérard too far.
Charlotte didn't move.
She didn't even shift in her seat.
Drawing attention to herself was the last thing she wanted.
A few hours.
The words echoed in her mind and dread curled in her stomach.
Oh God… she needed to pee so badly.
Her ears perked when the car finally slowed to a stop. Gérard pressed a button, and the dark partition slid down, revealing the driver.
