Chapter 122

SLOANE

A bag hit the floor with a thud that made my pulse spike.

“Fuck… I come here in peace.”

I raised the gun, aiming for his chest without hesitation.

“What do you want, Mateo?”

He didn’t answer me. His eyes were nailed to Vance, calm as death in that chair, cuffs gleaming under the harsh light.

“You let her tie you up?”

What makes him so amused about it?

“Shut up, Mateo.”

My brother whistled.