"Boss, it's almost time," Trevor said, lowering his arm after glancing at his wristwatch for the umpteenth time. His face held a deep frown, a stark contrast to his usual calm demeanor.
Inside, he was a panicky mess, his thoughts racing as he considered the risks of the night ahead. The weight of the situation pressed heavily on his shoulders, and he couldn't shake the unease that gnawed at him.
If it were just him and Roman out there by that time, he wouldn't be worried. They could easily handle anything thrown at them. But having Tessy with them complicated things.
"I know that," Roman answered, his voice calm but firm. His eyes were fixed on Tessy and Freya, who stood a short distance away, their heads bent together in quiet conversation. Roman was seated on the hood of his car, his posture relaxed but his gaze sharp, like a predator surveying its surroundings. Trevor stood beside him, his arms crossed tightly over his chest as if trying to hold himself together.
