Chapter 246

Ryan Dawson shuddered, face pale as a sheet, practically begging, “Bro, don’t do anything crazy! I’ll cooperate, I swear. Just… please don’t hurt me!” The two men grabbed him, one on either side, dragging him towards a sleek black car. Who knew how long the drive was? Eventually, they pulled up in front of a run-down factory out in the middle of nowhere. Ryan was shoved into an abandoned workshop. The two towering men posted themselves behind him, standing like statues. The place was dead silent, as if waiting for someone important to show up. Dusty machine parts were scattered across the stained concrete floor, piles of unused, rusted lathes lined the walls, and heaps of wooden crates were stacked in the back, casting long shadows. If someone were to get killed here and buried under the debris, chances were no one would ever find them. Ryan’s eyes darted around, panic written all over his face. His body trembled uncontrollably. He wracked his brain, trying to figure out who he’d pisse