Chapter One-Hundred-and-Twelve.

Jordan's P O V

The strange man who is the reason I'm being held captive moved away from me after having whispered close to my ears and he returned himself back to his wheelchair still with a disturbing expression on his face and everything about him was questionable.

I mean, who uses a wheelchair when he walks perfectly fine. And why does he have a resting evil face?

I watched the man look into his wristwatch then rolled away almost completely out of sight on his Mobile chair while I studied him intently still trying to place an identity on him but I couldn't agree with the growing thought in my head because the door was soon thrown open and a troop of people I very well recognized buzzed in.

I couldn't keep my eyes focused on them all at the same time so I kept my eyes fixed on the one I had yearned for the whole night up until this moment and he also had his eyes directly on me since he barged in.

His steps towards me increased greatly especially when he noticed