The night sky was pitch black, only lit by the moon that was faintly hidden behind the clouds. Evan sat in a black car parked in a remote area outside the city. The ticking of the clock in his hand seemed to compete with his increasingly rapid heartbeat.
A man finally emerged from the shadows. His figure was sturdy with a neat black suit, his eyes sharp like an eagle ready to pounce. Alaric Vortega, one of the members of the Vortega family who was very influential in every matter in Orlando.
Evan swallowed, trying to hide his tension. "What do you want from me?" he asked directly, without further ado.
Alaric smiled thinly, an unpleasant smile. "Get to the point, good. I like people who don't beat around the bush. Listen carefully, Evan. I have an offer for you."
Evan remained silen
