Ryker, still in his spot with his smug smirk.
He raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying the moment. "Did I say you were allowed to leave?"
Jackson clenched his jaw, his frustration building up by the second.
"What do you mean?" he demanded, as he looked from the goons to Ryker.
"I mean," Ryker replied with a smirk that stretched across his face.
"you won't be going anywhere. I think it's best if you stay right here until this little debt is settled."
Jackson's face twisted in anger. "And how exactly am I supposed to get you the money if you won't let me leave?"
His voice was barely more than a growl, his patience stretched thin.
Ryker shrugged nonchalantly, his eyes glinting with malicious glee. "Oh, I'm sure you can figure something out. Why don't you call a friend to bring it over?"
Anger built up in Jackson's chest, and he bit down a curse he was about to say, knowing that any sudden outburst would only make things worse.
