VIKTOR
My one ticket to become better than Zane got killed. And I was damn sure that it was the biker king.
I’m not nervous. I’m not, I kept chanting in my head as I gripped the steering wheel hard enough for the leather to crack under my palms as I made my way to the warehouse. The car’s engine growled low, cutting through the night air as we left our usual route behind and turned into the dirt road that led to the abandoned place.
I wasn’t nervous, that was what I told myself. Lacoti hadn’t checked in, that was all.
It had been two hours and nothing but radio silence which was not like him. He was always running his mouth and bragging. He had told me the biker king wanted to meet with him tonight, and that we should await shipping orders to our new base because he hoped that the
