Troy

“What the f*ck are you doing here?” I spat, adrenaline coursing through my veins as I locked eyes with Hayden. It had been years since I’d seen his face. He had healed well from the injuries we, the beach rats of Suntra, had given him, but I just see the long scar that ran along his jaw on the left side of his face where Keaton had taken liberties with his knife.

“Heard a rumor you were a big shot; thought I’d see so for myself.” Hayden rocked on ...