Derek’s POV
Three long days have passed since I hired those boys to track down Roland and all of his moves, and I still haven't returned to the safety of my hideout. I've been living in the shadows, deep in the heart of the city, always on the move, never staying in one place for too long. Greg, my trusted associate, has been handling most of my deals, taking care of business while I lay low.
My temporary refuge is a rundown clubhouse, a hub for the street urchins I've taken under my wing. It's not the Ritz, but it's home for now. The smell of smoke and stale air clings to my skin, and the constant din of the city outside is a reminder that I'm always on the run. But it's a small price to pay for the chance to finally take down Roland and get my full payment.
The wait is agonizing, but
