Ryder

Chapter 3

"Alright, kid. This is the last time I will go over this with you," sighed a guy who I had come to find out was named Braxton. He was in his late thirties, and couldn't help but look down on me. Braxton thought someone more experienced should be going undercover to meet this Max guy. We were currently in the back of a van on my way to Max's house.

"Name me his second in command," Braxton stated keeping a cold hearted gaze on me.

I answered swiftly, not giving him a reason to hate me further, "Second in command is Daniel Marco. Been in the business since he was thirteen. He grew up with Max."

Max's business didn't really scare me considering I had a history with it. Max was a drug dealer by trade, but had so many other little things on the side. One was a sex trade business he had set up a long time ago. Females were sold into and out of America through this son of a bitch.

Max also had an elaborate scheme of gun and weaponry exports. Occasionally he did get some in, but we did know that most of the guns were being shipped to the Middle East. I didn't understand how everything worked yet, but that was one thing I couldn't know because Max would get suspicious if I knew too much.

"How old is he?" Brax asked. I thought for a moment trying to remember. I wasn't the best at dates or numbers.

"He is 34. Has no family because they all died in a car accident about twenty years ago," I stated giving Brax the same look he was giving me.

"Do you have everything we gave you on you?" I hear Chip ask from the drivers side. I looked down at my dark jeans and baby blue button up they had me put on. My hand shot to my back where I had a gun. From what Chip and Braxton had said, Max liked a guy who could defend himself and wasn't scared to bring a weapon into his prescience.

I pulled out my wallet, and looked at my ID. Everything looked good. My name was Ryder Garret. I was twenty two, and had been in the drug business since I was fifteen when my parents died in a bank robbery. Everything about that was true except for my name. I felt the same pain in my chest I always felt when my parents came to my mind, but I pushed it aside. They wouldn't be proud of the life I had taken in my teens, but they hopefully were now.

I had been adopted by Dave and Anabell Garrett who had died a year after I had started the SWAT academy. Everyone in my life seemingly died. I seemed the only common link in their deaths.

I stopped my reverie and looked at Braxton who was giving me a confused look, "Everything's good," I said and stared out the windshield. We were twenty blocks away from Max's place when we pulled into an auto shop.

I got out along with Chip and Braxton. They made their way over to a red Bugatti, and my mouth dropped. It was beautiful. My hand reached out and stroked the hood while my eyes tried to see into the tinted windows.

I vaguely heard the laughing from off to my right. My peripheral vision saw something coming at me from my left and my hand flew up to grab it. My eyes never left the car.

"Kid look at your hand," I heard Chip laugh, but when I looked down, my hand held the keys with a very clear word on a key: Bugatti. I let out a shocked breath.