The city lights blurred past the tinted windows as the black SUV cruised through the streets of Atlanta. Soft bass from an unreleased track played through the speakers, filling the car with a low, steady rhythm.

you sat in the backseat beside Rich Amiri.

He leaned back comfortably, one arm draped across the seat, his chain glinting whenever the streetlights flashed through the window. His expression was relaxed, but his eyes stayed alert, taking in everything...

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