Leo’s POV
The evening air was thick with tension as I yanked open the car door, only for flashing red and blue lights to blind me. The shouts came again—sharp, authoritative, cutting through the pounding in my skull.
"Hands where we can see them!"
"Step away from the vehicle, now!"
A dozen police officers surrounded me, weapons drawn, their expressions grim.
I clenched my jaw, irritation flaring. These fools were wasting my time.
Without hesitation, I pulled out my phone, fingers moving swiftly as I dialed the one person who could put an end to this bullshit. Someone who owes me his life.
The line clicked.
"Who is in charge here?" I barked, my voice cold, cutting. "You're wasting my damn time."
One officer, a tall man with a hard stare, stepped forward cautiously. "Sir, we need you to—"
The call connected.
"Commissioner Jared speaking," came the voice on the other end.