Greg's POV
The car rolled to a stop outside a massive event hall, its lights shining in the evening darkness.
I glanced at Dennis, who sat next to me, typing furiously on his phone, his expression calm but cold.
“I should have killed you when I had the chance,” I said, my voice low but sharp.
Dennis paused, his fingers freezing mid-type. Slowly, he turned his head to look at me, his lips curling into a sly smile. “Did you really think that locking me up would stop me? That I wouldn’t get back on my feet?” He scoffed, shaking his head before turning his attention to the window. “Kevin gave you a task. If I were you, I wouldn’t mess it up.”
His words hit a nerve, but I didn’t respond. There was no point.
I opened the car door and stepped out, tugging at the stiff collar of my suit. It
