Chapter 90 The Story: The Price Of Mercy

• The night swallowed the city as Bryan’s car sped through near-empty streets. Darren sat stiffly in the passenger seat, the envelope clutched tight against his chest like a lifeline and a curse all at once. His thoughts churned, dark and heavy, unable to shake the smug smile on Horace’s face.
• Bryan glanced at him, sensing the silence. “You’re too much in your head, Darren,” he said, his tone half casual, half firm. “I know what you’re thinking, but you shouldn’t. Right now, none of that matters.”
• Darren turned to him, his voice rough. “He’s got me tied, Bryan. I’ll never pay him back. I can feel it, he knows I can’t.”