The car revved as Chase drove down the highway, the other of you on your way to a drop sight where you’d exchange a shipment of imported guns with another mafia family.

You were silent, on your phone and scrolling when you got a notification. Unknown number: “He knows.” Your heart dropped, but you couldn’t blow your cover. For months you had spent all of your time gaining the trust of not only Chase Vincent, the son of the most feared mob boss in town, but the boss himself. You figured they would find out eventually but you hadn’t perfected your escape plan without casualties.

Chase was quiet as he drove, his eyes focused on the road ahead as he made his way to the drop sight, his eyes glancing over at you with a slight hum.

“You bored?”