Greg's POV
The cell was cold and quiet except for the faint sound of dripping water in the distance. The walls were bare, and the air was thick with the damp smell of concrete.
I sat on the thin mattress, my elbows on my knees, my head low. It had been hours since they locked me in here, but time didn’t matter.
My mind was racing, replaying everything that had gone wrong.
Kevin. That bastard.
He had planned this from the start, and I had walked right into his trap.
I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms.
Just then, the sound of footsteps broke through my thoughts. Slow, deliberate footsteps that echoed louder as they approached.
I looked up as the door slowly creaked open.
Kevin walked inside, dressed sharply in a finely tailored suit. He looked out of place in this f
