THIRD PERSON’s POV
The heavy side door of the Hellbound garage slammed open hard enough to rattle the tools on the nearby bench. Theodore and Felix stormed outside right after the young prospect had stumbled inside, face pale and breathing hard as he gave an unexpected news.
The two brothers stepped out into the lot and stopped short.
A line of three black motorcycles blocked the exit. Malek stood at the center of his crew, arms crossed over his chest, the lazy smirk on his face doing nothing to hide the malice in his eyes. The air felt colder the moment Theodore locked eyes with him.
“Well,” Malek drawled. “If it isn’t two of Hellbound’s golden boys. I was starting to think you were avoiding me.”
Theodore kept his expression neutral. “What do you want, Malek?”
Malek took a slow step
