The heavy iron gates of the Vance estate buzzed open automatically as Leo’s motorcycle came through the entrance. He didn't even bother to park it properly. He kicked the stand down right on the gravel driveway and sprinted toward the massive glass and steel house.
On his way here, his mind had been a complete mess. He kept replaying Mia's words over and over. ‘He's a collector, Leo. He hunts people like me.’ Part of him had been too scared to accept it. He had wanted it to be a mistake, he had hoped it was all a lie, that maybe Mia wasn't sure of what she was saying. But after seeing his father's personal security team use military-grade gas and a silver net inside a high school hallway, there was no denying it anymore. The truth was staring him right in the face.
Leo burst through the
