Chapter Twenty-Seven

KEAGAN'S POV ~

"Fuck! Fuck!" I quickly ducked and leaned on the steering wheel, my heart in my throat.

Sylvia's two bodyguards were highly alert, as was Sylvia herself, who had gone rigid and was staring in the direction of my car.

Slowly realizing my car was an SUV with tinted windows, a derisive chuckle left my lips and I sat upright once again to observe them.

The guards whispered something to Sylvia and tension in her shoulder heightened even more.

Fuck.

What if they saw me? I was sure I wouldn't be able to learn more about her. She seemed to be hiding something, and my blood pumped with an intense desire to uncover it—but now my plans were about to be ruined.

One of the guards started making his way toward my car while the other pulled Sylvia closer to him, his hand on his back pocket, likely to withdraw a gun at the slightest provocation. Fuck! Should I just drive off? If I do, they would note my plate number and possibly revert to Sylvia that her new employer had been stalking