Chapter 45: Ryker

I fumed from my apartment until I pulled into the Warehouse parking lot. For people with power oozing from every orifice of their body and more money than most people made in ten lifetimes, one would think they could come up with a name more original and better suited for a huge gang than the Warehouse. I had friends as a child with clubhouses more aptly named. God, I hated everything these motherfuckers stood for. My disposition didn't get any sweeter when I got off the bike, nor when a jackoff in a suit opened the door to escort me inside.

"Mr. Silvano is in his office. He's expecting you." The unidentified man who'd let me in didn't accompany me upstairs. Instead, he pushed the button on the elevator and then resumed his post at the entrance to the building.

Sam waited for me on the other side of the metal doors on Jesse's floor. "Ryker."

"Sam." I followed him down the familiar hallway. Even as a kid, I'd known there was nothing good about this place. Despite its opulence i