Liam maneuvered his dark BMW M4 smoothly into an open spot along the far edge of the lot, cutting the ignition as the twin-turbo engine settled into a quiet standstill. Right beside him,
Kelvin's black Range Rover clicked into park, its massive frame towering over the lower sports cars lined up along the asphalt.
Liam opened his door and stepped out, the cool night air instantly washing over his face. .
He leaned against the sleek side panel of his M4, watching Kelvin hop down from the high driver's seat of the Range Rover with that familiar, effortless grin on his face.
Before they could even walk toward the center of the crowd, the sound of heavy boots crunching over loose gravel echoed from behind them.
"Well, look who finally decided to show his face," a voice called out, laced with thick, heavy mock surprise.
