Max
The docks are a graveyard of bad decisions. My men have the Vipers face-down on the concrete, but my focus is pinned on Lena. She’s standing by Miller’s empty truck, her knuckles white around those brass rings. She isn't shaking. She’s vibrating with a frequency that feels like a live wire.
"If Miller didn't call me..." she starts, her voice trailing off as the realization hits.
"He didn't," I say, stepping into her space. "They used his phone to lure you here. Away from the garage. Away from where I can watch you."
"Why?" she whispers, her green eyes searching mine. "I'm a mechanic, Max. I don't have anything they want."
"You have the one thing I’ve decided to protect," I growl. "And in this city, that’s a target on your back."
I gesture to Victor. "Get her home. High alert. I w
