Chapter Three
Two Worlds
Ryan's POV
"What do you mean we are out of bombs?!"
My father shouted angrily, making veins pop out at the side of his neck.
I wiped the last trace of Elara's shy smile from my mind and focused on the chaos in front of me. School was over. Now I was back in my real world…the world of blood and loyalty.
The Terminator Mafia's meeting room smelled of gun oil and fear. Ludacris, our family assistant, was pale. Ribs, our analyst, couldn't stop trembling . Father's hands twitched, ready to grab a weapon.
I wasn't Ryan Blackwood, the school's bad boy anymore. This was Ray…heir to the Terminators.
I knew apologizing wouldn't do me any good. My father didn't like apologies. I had to come up with something else or I would walk out of here with more than a broken bone. I tried not to wince thinking about the last time.
