Although Wolf was working alongside Max and the Billion Bloodline group, it wasn't his group.
He would fight for them, yes. He would help them grow, watch their name spread, and even shoulder the risks involved in their dangerous line of work. But in the back of his mind, there was always that calculation, what was the gain for him? That little mental ledger kept him grounded, a reminder that loyalty had its limits.
Which was why, even when Aron had personally asked him to come here, Wolf had already decided that if the situation turned too dangerous, he wouldn't get involved. There was a line he wouldn't cross.
After all, it wasn't as if Max himself had been kidnapped. Sure, he felt bad for Abby, she was young, innocent-looking, and didn't deserve to be caught up in any of this, but Wolf had seen far worse. In this world, in this business, girls like her weren't rare. He'd met plenty of them, all trapped in different kinds of trouble.
