"I know you all are short-handed, and I don't want anyone risking their lives for this task," Justin declared, standing atop the barrel where Drew had previously sat, as if he had just claimed authority over the room.
A few rogues bristled at his audacity, but Drew raised a hand, signaling them to back down. After all, this was their employer—the reckless rich kid spending absurd amounts of money simply to kidnap his high school crush.
Drew had been wary when the job initially came his way, originating from unknown sources. A mysterious request was never a good sign in their line of work. However, once he learned the details, his nerves settled.
The task was straightforward: gather intelligence on a specific girl—her school, her routine, and the precise times she traveled.
Next, all they needed to do was assist Justin's people in capturing her and smuggling her beyond the city walls.
No assassinations. No bloody mess. Just a lucrative babysitting job.
