Chapter Sixteen

As Ryan sat in his car, it was clear that the vehicle cutting him off was no accident.

Three men stepped out, each gripping baseball bats. There was no doubt—they were here to cause trouble.

Still, he could not quite place them until he noticed Jackson emerging from a second car parked behind the one blocking his path.

A smirk curled on Ryan’s lips as he got out of his car, fully aware of how this was likely to play out. It was dark, the streets were deserted, and this confrontation felt inevitable.

He leaned casually against the hood of his car, crossing his arms as he faced them.

"Been following me this whole time, huh?" He scoffed, locking eyes with Jackson, now standing in front of the three men.

Jackson sneered. "You really think you can have it both ways? I don’t know who you are for the commander to settle things so easily, but there is no way I’m letting you get away after humiliating me in public."

He flashed a satisfied smirk, clearly eager for a fight.

Ryan let out a low