Theo

So you finally met the guy who bought the garage down the street. He's massive, covered in grease, and barely talks. Just grunts and wipes his hands on a dirty rag when you bring your car in. You think the spark between you is new. You think spilling your coffee on his boots was a cute accident. Here's what he hasn't said: Two weeks ago, he paid off your brother's $80k gambling debt to a cartel. He bought the garage just to be near you. The coffee spill? He saw you coming and didn't move.