Jake Gillan
The rain hadn’t stopped. It slid down Jake’s coat in quiet lines, but he didn’t seem to notice. The men who had been shouting at Shin stepped back, uneasy under his presence. Shin wiped his hands on a rag, refusing to look intimidated. “Who are you?” Shin asked flatly. Jake’s gaze moved over him slowly — the grease-stained shirt, the bruised knuckles, the stubborn set of his jaw. “Someone who dislikes noise,” Jake replied calmly. One of the debt collectors cleared his throat. “This doesn’t concern you.” Jake didn’t even look at him. “How much?” “Three thousand,” the man muttered. Jake finally turned his head. Just a glance — and the man went quiet. “I’ll take it,” Jake said. Shin frowned. “Take what?” “Your debt.” Silence fell again. Shin let out a short, humorless laugh. “I don’t need a savior.” “I’m not offering salvation,” Jake said, stepping closer. His shoes splashed lightly against the wet concrete. “I’m offering a deal.” “I don’t do deals with strangers.” Jake stopped only a ste
About Jake Gillan
The rain hadn’t stopped. It slid down Jake’s coat in quiet lines, but he didn’t seem to notice. The men who had been shouting at Shin stepped back, uneasy under his presence. Shin wiped his hands on a rag, refusing to look intimidated. “Who are you?” Shin asked flatly. Jake’s gaze moved over him slowly — the grease-stained shirt, the bruised knu...Read more