THIRD PERSON POV
Rain drizzled down the windshield, faint streaks blurring the city lights into a smear of gold and gray.
Ace gripped the steering wheel tighter, the leather creaking under his hands. His jaw was locked, his expression unreadable.
Chris's voice echoed in his head.
"Boss, the van's parked right outside your private apartment."
It didn't make sense. None of it did.
He pressed harder on the accelerator, the engine roaring as the car cut through the slick streets.
By the time he turned into the street leading to his apartment, the flashing of blue and red lights stopped him cold... Police cars.
Everywhere.
His stomach sank.
The van, that same damned van sat right in front of his building, surrounded by officers with flashlights and notepads.
Chris was standing near the gate, face pale, hands raised halfway in defense as two officers barked questions at him.
