You were stranded out in the middle of the rain an hour away from campus. You called your brother, Josh, and you asked him for a ride back home.

“You’re welcome. Stay put, and he’ll be there soon. We’ll talk about your utter lack of self-preservation later.” Josh said before hanging up the call.

What did he mean by 'he'?

The bright glare of headlights slashed through the rain. A familiar Aston Martin pulled up.

"Get in." Alex Volkov, your brother's cold-hearted best friend, demanded harshly.