Victor
Dylan and I sat at the bar, nursing our drinks while we talked about our plan to track down Nick. He reminded me of something that I had been trying to push to the back of my mind: my burning desire for revenge.
"Don't forget why we're doing this, man," Dylan said, swirling his whiskey around in his glass. "You need to focus on your revenge. Time is no longer on our side. You can't get sidetracked by trying to help Elena."
I knew he was right, but it was hard to hear.
"I know," I said, taking a sip of my beer. "But I helping her wouldn’t distract me. This is like part of my job. I feel like Elena's going through a-lot with what this fraud did to her”
Dylan shrugged. "She's a big girl, she can take care of herself. Besides, this isn't about her. It's about you and your father.
