Cowered

"You should drop me off at this place," Judas said, his voice firm and decisive. "I'll take it up from here."

Tyler nodded his head, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. He pulled over and parked the car, the engine sputtering to a stop. Then, he reached into his pocket and brought out a small, intricately designed necklace. He handed it to Judas, who took it with a puzzled expression.

"What's this for?" Judas asked, his eyes studying the necklace.

"It's a tracker," Tyler explained, his voice serious. "Keep it on you at all times. If you're ever in danger, just put it on and I'll be able to locate you."

Judas's eyes widened in understanding, and he nodded his head. "Alright, thank you for this," he said, his voice filled with gratitude.

Tyler's expression turned stern. "You should be very careful, Judas. The people you're dealing with are dangerous. Don't trust anyone."

"You don't have to remind me of that, I know the kind of person my brother is," Judas replied, his voice laced wit