THE EXTORTION MEETING.
Derek’s POV.
The small table in the back corner of the harbor restaurant was completely covered in grease stains, and I sat there rubbing my cold hands together while watching the front door because the midnight deadline had already passed, and my nerves were completely shot after spending the last three hours hiding from the local police cars that were cruising near the shipyard. The restaurant was almost empty except for an old bartender who was wiping down a counter with a dirty cloth, and the heavy smell of fried fish and old grease was making my stomach feel incredibly sick, but I couldn't leave this booth because Marcus Vance was my absolute last hope for getting the cash I needed to escape the state before Nathan's legal team locked me away forever. The fr
