Zack’s POV
‘Some sins are forgiven and some… will take you to your grave…’
“Shit.” I shoot up from the pool I buried myself in, gasping for air.
The water runs down my relaxed hair, face, and bare body. I get out of the pool, stark naked, stroll towards the relaxing area, and settle into a recliner.
‘… And just like some sins will kill you, some will break you and everyone around you.
Just like Greg Armstrong.’
My core enemy.
Our bond is pure hatred, the kind that’ll make me burn down the world and let him stay to perish in agonizing pain.
The kind that’ll make me ruin his bank, happiness… home.
“Sir,” a staff member calls my attention. “Your request, freshly made.”
She sets a tray of chilled cocktails and my case of cigars on the table beside me.
“Anything else?”
“Send
