Xavier's POV
I practically drove like a maniac.
The engine roared beneath me as I tore down the highway toward Ironbound Yard, weaving through traffic with far less patience than any police manual would ever recommend.
Normally, I was better than this and I kept my cool but today wasn't normal.
For the first time since arriving in New York, I finally had something that resembled a lead that could possibly lead me to Lucifer.
Just thinking about that bastard made my jaw tighten.
I just couldn't get over the months of rumors and years of whispers... I hated that he built a criminal empire nobody could touch. He was practically a ghost with a name and now, for the first time, there was a possibility he had made a mistake.
I gripped the steering wheel tighter. "Got you now, asshole."
The words left my mouth before I even realized I had spoken.
