Levi sat paralyzed for a split second, his fingers white-knuckled around the steering wheel. He watched, wide-eyed and breathless, as the heavy door of the lead SUV swung open. A man who looked more like a mountain than a human stepped out, dressed in a tailored charcoal suit that strained against his massive frame. The man's face was a map of scars and indifference, the quintessential image of high-end muscle.
Levi's instincts screamed at him to move. He slammed the gear into reverse, the engine of his car roaring as he prepared to pull a desperate U-turn and flee back the way he had come. But the mechanical whine of his car was answered by the screech of tires behind him. A second SUV, identical to the first, had appeared as if from thin air, boxing him in with surgical precision.
