The crisp, cold air of the outside world hit Ethan's face, a stark contrast to the stale, recycled air of the detention center. He paused at the curb, savoring the simple feeling of freedom and the sun on his skin. The city lights seemed brighter, the noises louder, the entire world vibrating with possibility.
Lined up directly in front of the gate were three massive, black SUVs with tinted windows—clearly armored and custom-built. They were a statement of power and wealth that screamed anything but "discretion."
The rear door of the lead vehicle opened, and Jason stepped out. He was impeccably dressed, radiating confidence and strength, just as Ethan remembered him. A genuine, relieved smile spread across Jason's face.
"Welcome back, Boss," Jason said.
Ethan extended his hand. Jason took it, gripping firmly, but then yanked Ethan forward, pulling him into a brief, powerful hug.
