58. Let The Game Begin

[TREVOR]

Something weird is going on here, and by weird, I mean, these people look scared as shit.

It’s been hours since Vector left after banging up my face, leaving me tied up in this stupid chair, locked in this shitty room that has no decent view for my bored eyes. All I can see are bad, stinky walls; all I can hear are footsteps pounding outside the room, including a few curse words that his asshole men bark out from time to time.

A few minutes ago, I shouted for someone to get me some water.

A tall, bulky man showed up, wearing a frown that made me want to punch him in the face. But I ain’t stupid. For these people to trust me, I must play nice. Once I find Lizzy and get my plan in motion, then and only then, I’ll show them my real face.

I know Vector is wary. I could see that on his face when he came downstairs to question me. It was an interesting conversation, to say the least.

To be honest, if I were in his place, I would be wary, too. I am an outcast—a pariah who made them