Chapter 6

Ryan stood alone under a tree in a park commissioned for reconstruction when she heard the hums of motorcycles arriving. She hissed, annoyed because she was sure she asked Cain to come alone.

Cain got down from his bike, and so did Vic. They saw the woman under the tree, both her hands in the back of her jeans pocket. Cain noticed her lipstick was a different shade of red.

“Are you illiterate? Or just dyslexic?” Cain heard her ask when they got closer so he raised a brow, confused about where the question was coming from so she added;

“I asked you to come alone, didn’t I? Did you read the text at all?”

“Oh. This is Vic, he’s the president of our…”

“I don’t give a shit who he is, I asked you to come alone.” She fumed and decided to exhale to calm herself down. “It’s just you two?”

“Yes, just us.” Cain answered, so she went to her bag sitting on the bench under the tree and got out a printed paper.

“Fifty thousand every month, you’ll be sendin