Chapter Sixty

Derek cautiously approached a sleek, black car, his heart pounding in his chest like a drumbeat of apprehension.

Fear prickled at his skin as he neared the car, the anticipation of the looming encounter sending shivers down his spine.

As he reached out to open the door, his hand hesitated for a moment before reaching out to grasp the handle, his fingers trembling slightly with nerves.

He glanced around the quiet street, ensuring that no prying eyes were watching his every move.

With a deep breath, he slid into the back seat of the car, his eyes immediately locking onto the figure seated next to him.

Santiago's imposing presence filled the space; his gaze bore into him, intense and unwavering, causing Derek to shift uncomfortably in his seat.

Santiago was the person Derek was conversing with on the phone the previous night, when he was almost caught by Alex.

Memories of the previous night flooded Derek's mind—the image of Alex appearing in the kitchen not once but twice—causing him t