Kyle’s POV
Victor’s message had been sitting on my phone for twenty minutes, and I had already read it enough times to know exactly what he wanted.
COME TONIGHT. WE NEED TO TALK.
There was nothing complicated about the message, but the pressure behind it was enough to make my stomach tighten.
I had expected the work at Lawson Customs to be difficult, because Paige was more observant than Victor had originally suggested, but I had not expected Victor to start demanding results so quickly.
I parked several blocks from the industrial lot and walked the rest of the way, because I didn’t want anyone seeing my truck near the meeting place.
Victor was already waiting beside the SUV, while Damien leaned against the passenger door with his arms folded.
“You’re late.” Victor said.
“I am thre
