*Gabe’s POV*

“What the hell is that on your hand?” Jorel asked, eyeing my hands on the Pagani’s steering wheel.

“Nothing!” I tried to pull my left hand away, but he grabbed it forcefully, deciphering the letters carefully.

I heard my brother’s laughter, loud enough that tears streamed from his eyes.

“You think this is funny?” I said seriously, finding no reason for his mockery. “We’re in a dangerous place to pay off your damn debts, and you dare laugh?” ...