Thane’s POV
“Stop right there! Who are you?” the man roared, his voice Sounding loud through the bright lit street like thunder.
Dylan and I froze instantly. His broad shoulders towered over us, with his eyes blazing with authority. He clutched a thick file in his hand, the same file is full of my photos, my operations, and every piece of my history carefully documented. Whoever he was, he knew exactly who I was, and that made him more dangerous than any enemy I had faced.
The street around the St. Luis Hotel was no longer empty. Crowds were from every corner. Within seconds, armed men poured in, rifles c****d, boots marching loud against the pavement. Dylan’s breathing quickened. My own hands tightened into fists, but I knew this isn't something we can walk away with.
“Thane,” Dylan w
