"Put them in the back of the second truck," Drakon ordered, his deep voice slicing through the alley like a blade. "We need to see why Garza had his men down here."
"Got it, Boss," the guys grunted, roughly dragging the two groaning Vipers up by their collars and hauling them toward the waiting pickup.
Drakon didn't watch them leave. His focus remained entirely on me. He scooped up my forgotten paper shopping bag off the pavement with one hand and wrapped his other hand firmly around mine, guiding me back out to the main street and toward the lead truck.
He opened the passenger door, helping me up into the high seat before climbing into the driver's side. The cabin was silent for a moment, save for the low thrum of the engine.
"Garza doesn't send his boys into Reaper territory without
