Mechelle's POV
Alexander Duncan tugged at the corners of his mouth helplessly, thinking for a moment before saying, "Can you help me contact Quinn? He's probably still trying to find a way to rescue me."
Some things were unspoken but understood. Lockwood wasn't a philanthropist or a kind person; he was helping him only because Alexander was the decision-maker of the Blue Moon Pack. In future arms deals, considering that Lockwood had saved him, concessions would be made in terms of price and quality. It was a matter of business interest and a way for an armed leader to expand his influence.
"Alex, that's no problem. I'll contact Quinn personally right now. However, some things can't wait. The poison in Miss Diaz's body will likely take effect in about an hour," Lockwood said with an ambiguous smile.
"I will save her!" Alexander Duncan said seriously.
