*Ryder*
The engine hums beneath the hood as I grip the steering wheel tighter, the tension in my muscles radiating through my arms. Theo sits beside me, his gaze flicking between the road and the sparse buildings at the edge of ttown, a mix of anticipation and anxiety etched on his face. We’re on our way to the massage parlor Elliot pinpointed, the place were Viktor is supposed to be soon.
I am still not sure this Was the right thing to do, both of us leaving, but what else could we do? Elliot could not go due to his job and his undercover status. And neither me or Theo could go alone, I know that. Also I feel I needed to be here, to take accountability, as this is my war, my family. I would not really have felt safe going with some random guard. No, I Could not imagine someone else tha
