Rhys’s POV
The silence in the car was heavy, broken only by the low hum of the engine as we sped through the streets. I kept my focus on the road, but my eyes couldn’t help darting to Alex now and then. Her skirt had ridden up during the drive, exposing a dangerous amount of thigh. She didn’t seem to notice—or maybe she did. Either way, it was messing with my head.
I gripped the wheel tighter, trying to push down the anger bubbling inside me. Cooper. That bastard. He was a wine seller with no spine, a man who’d begged us for a piece of the game. We’d taken a chance on him, built him up, and now he’d betrayed us to the feds. I didn’t need a lot of imagination to figure out why. Someone had gotten to him—someone bigger, someone scarier.
The new player.
The thought made my blood run cold
