In no time, Jayson and I were already back on the road; the quiet hum of the engine echoed through the deserted street.
The soft glow of the streetlights cast golden shadows on the car’s sleek black surface.
Jayson tightened his grip on the steering wheel, his knuckles brushing against the cool leather as he drove.
Although he was totally fine, he could still feel a little strain in his muscles due to the fight from earlier. His expression remained calm.
On the passenger seat beside Jayson, Amad sat with his hands folded in his lap, his gaze shifting from the road ahead to the neatly folded bills sitting on the dashboard.
Jayson had placed the rest of the 5,000 dollars from the fight on the dashboard of the car. The thick wad of cash sat there, and somehow l, Amad just couldn't take
