"Athena, you are not going with them? I thought…" Rodney's words dried up in his mouth when he was met with unfriendly glares from both Aiden and Ewan.
What had he done wrong now? He checked himself, his words.
Firstly, he had been left like a destitute while the others had flocked into a phone booth he had watched, wide-eyed, transporting them downwards… to an underground facility? He wasn't sure.
Seeing the sophisticated attires and weapons most of the men had adorned, he knew he had walked into some complicated nonsense. Only the amount of money Aiden had proposed as his monthly salary; after bombarding him with questions, after giving him the details of his job—just drive her!—had kept him rooted in the madness.
If not, why would he be involved with gangsters and whatnot?
He loved his life! And maybe… he loved his boss.
Although he didn't think that was enough to sacrifice his life and ambitions. Not with those men looking at him as if he had farted.
